Lately, I’m wondering why disposal cameras were ever a thing but more than that, wondering why I got duplicates of every picture ever. I probably threw away 300 pictures today, all blurry, under or over exposed duplicates of poorly framed prom nights long past.
Polaroids are three bucks a shot now (and you can get into a Mayan jungle for that!).
You really have to want it.
It’s odd how there are periods of my life where in terms of pictures, I seem to disappear for a year at a time. And then others, I seem to have done an awful lot of existing.
And now I wonder… what’s actually worth documenting?
