Set eight in the Polaroids Series is one of my favorites. A return to straight shooting with no video camera or television. It’s a fine mix of some of my best.

The first three pictures (Mary Margaret Burch, Mark Ashby and Rich Churilla) are easily some of best Polaroids. Nice captures of each person and the spirit that embodies them.

The rest of the set all candids, grasps each of the people pictured. The last picture a duo of myself and Stephanie mutilated by hand or camera. I don’t remember. Even though the picture makes both of us look horrible, I still love it.

I hate it when people won’t show pictures they deem bad of themselves. Not to say you shouldn’t edit. But you should stretch beyond your own ego. Share a little more in spite of your own distorted idea of beauty. Ugly beauty is still beauty. Learn to notice it.

Speaking of ugly beauty. I have not mentioned the decay of the Polaroids themselves. The oxidized looking smears around the photographs. I debated while editing these photos to crop them down to not show the decay.

But that would not be my visual truth. I thrive in decay. Patina is everything. They denote age and show that I have carried these little babies around for a long time.

I only have one more Polaroids set planned in this current series. Maybe I will create more sets from the unused half of the archive. But no plans at the moment.

I need to finish writing these posts. Edit a couple of more sets of digital photographs. Finish off my Reminders check list. And then haul ass through the TRPL_SKN series.