Sunday, I found myself at my favorite lighthouse. It's my favorite as it's also the lighthouse that is closest to me at a little over an hour away. It was wicked cold with a brutal wind and my fingers were actually hurting in a very short time. I must have looked quite the nut, carrying a Polaroid around with me and trying to stick the 'roid into my jeans pocket and quick like to keep them warm. If a Polaroid develops in the cold, it takes on a strong blue/purple cast and while sometimes, that is okay, this time I wanted as true a color as possible. Now, if only my scanning abilities could present a truer sense of the color caught.
There is something that I find incredibly magical about Polaroid. Watching an image appear. It's even more magical than digital (how do all those dots create an image anyway?). With Polaroid, the camera spits out an image, squeezing emulsion fluid across the plane and in a few short minutes you have a photo! Magic, I say. Pure Magic.
And speaking of Butter Rum Life Savers, still searching. Must remind the husband to check the airport for them. Somewhere, some place somebody will have a stock pile of the buttery goodness that is butter rum.
Have a beautiful Monday.
1 comment:
I know what you mean about watching a picture develop and how magical it is. When I took a basic photography class years ago, we went to the lab one night and developed a black and white we had shot. While I wouldn't want to develop my own pics with the mess and so forth, I was in awe as bit-by-bit that image began to appear on the paper sitting there in a tray of solution.
Good luck on the life savers!
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