i have an old Polaroid camera that sits in a drawer and calls to me
its true, every so often I find myself being pulled towards that drawer
i slide it open, move the papers and tissue crowding my camera, and lift it up and out of its dark resting place
that is usually as far as it goes...as I have had endless trouble finding the motivation to track down film
these beautiful images are pushing me towards the drawer this morning, perhaps today is the day....
