I know these are not the best photographs I’ve taken but I am proud of them anyway because these are my first (real) polaroids. I took these shots yesterday on a Polaroid One camera which I ordered from a store in Vienna, Austria, along with 7 packages of film. There is, as I blog, another Polaroid camera – a sexy vintage SX-70 Land Camera – winging its way to my parents’ home in Canada.
I confess to loving polaroid photographs. I will not try to hide it or deny it. I love how they look, how they feel, and how the colours are not quite right but in a gorgeous and surreal way. For close to a year, I have been talking/dreaming about buying a Polaroid camera. While I realize that the purchase of this camera (and the film it requires) is not a smart financial decision (DP sometimes gently reminds me of this), art is often unwise and imprudent (DP agrees with me on this one). And yes, it’s true that Polaroid no longer makes that lovely instant polaroid film which has made it scarce and even more expensive to buy. This reality means that my new Polaroid cameras are not going to replace either of my digitals cameras or even my good old Canon Rebel on which I shoot film.
But when I am after a certain kind of image… something dream-like… a through-the-looking-glass kind of photograph… I’ll be using a polaroid for as long as the film is available. (I remain hopeful that one of the photo companies will begin producing film for polaroid cameras. There is definitely a market. Leave me a note below if you have any information about this!) These cameras are also part of my crusade to be more creative. More on that some other post!
On Tuesday evening, I freed my new Star-Trek-looking camera from its plastic packaging. DP and I figured out how to load the film and then I got the bright idea to turn the flash off… except that I had not read the Owner’s Manual (I NEVER read the Owner’s Manual) so I did not realize that what I was pushing was actually the button to take a photograph. My very first polaroid was bad. Very bad. Don’t worry, though… I got over it quickly! Yesterday morning, I tucked the camera into my school bag and brought it to school. Truth be told, I am having a LOT of feelings about this little school right now. Five weeks from today, DP and I will finish our work here. This is our third year at our butter-yellow-coloured school and our jobs have been a labour of love. I took nine photographs of my school (a couple of them are TERRIBLE!) but I don’t really mind. What I wanted most were some little Polaroid memories to take with me when I go…
Below, you can see the view from my office window. I think of this as MY palm tree. I wonder how many other people feel the same way about it.
This is the high school building. On the veranda sits a bench painted bright pink in memory of a grade ten student who died last summer. It’s Margo’s bench. The bench reminds us to live and laugh and love NOW… and not to take a thing for granted.
Have a lovely weekend.
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