Me Monday
In decluttering closets, I found I have not one, but two polaroid 600 cameras. I also have one box of film. I don't need two Polaroids. (Do I even need one? but I do have that box of film and it must be less than 30 years old. It would still be good, right? Would young people today even understand, let alone experience, the wonder of film that develops in your hand?? And, if they would, would Zupe?) Back to the portrait. It felt like there might be a cartridge of film already inside the green camera. I opened the camera up. Nothing happened. I pushed the shutter control. Moment. FLASH. BUZZ. WHIRRRR. I blink back the stars in my eyes as the flash had gone off in my face. I had just succeeded in, I almost wrote "once again" but I'm sure I have never done it before, taking a polaroid selfie. Woohoo. I held the film and I held my breath. If I had been sincere...