The final set for now, Polaroids 9, sees a strange medley. Almost a soft goodbye to the series. It’s a mix that shows normal life under not so normal circumstances.

When researching Polaroid for these posts I visited a ton of websites. One of the sites feature the black and tan blank images that begin and end the set. They were shown as examples of Polaroids gone wrong. I consider them a nice fade out to the set.

The set then comes into focus on flowers. Flowers in my old yellow kitchen in New York City. Then a trio of Mark, Becca and Andy in the same kitchen.

Then three images from my days at Hospice. Chuck, a resident, at the family care home I supervised. I still remember driving Chuck to Atlanta with my then boss Stan Mitchell. We made a weekend trip of it. Hangovers I still remember in full horror.

We were taking Chuck back to his old life. Before he had gotten so sick he needed full time care. He recovered and made a decision that he would rather go home. Stan and I understood completely. So we packed up the car and headed to Atlanta.

I should mention now that it was the same week as Freaknik. People parked on a backed up highway waiting to get to the event of the summer. Girls doing the stripper dance to loud dirty south hip hop.

A note to all people twerking. It had a name before you came along. Don’t Christopher Columbus shit. Learn your history at the same time you learn the dance.

And then flowers and fade out. A nice set with some heaviness in the middle. That heaviness is full of great memories though.