Saturday
Aug272005
last days of summer
it is about the moment, not the circumstances. it's about the people, not the scenery. it's about truth, and not about perfection. instants of gleeful nonsense, innocuous reflections of the soul, unabashed postures and peculiar faces wrapped in 3.5 X 4.2 in. sheet films. it embodies the essence of now without tainting it. the confluence of emotions, whether you're waddling and quaking like a duck or reluctantly trying to look natural, is framed and extended indefinitely. the evidence of our ever substantial need to treasure what we had.
I love polaroids. because this is exactly how I want my life to be like.
Reader Comments (11)
And so do your Polaroids. I have a Polaroid and I'd like to pin my pictures up in a poetically beautiful "scrapbook" like yours, but mine are all blurry, yellowish messes of pictures that I'm embarrassed to share with anyone.
How Momster of you to take perfect Polaroids. You're like the senior prom queen I watched at 14 with an ache in my awkward soul.
You will look back on today as a good time and not a bad one. As hard as it was to let them go, just do it and watch them as they fly. Nothing is more beautiful and yet heart-breaking in a loving mom,s eyes as watching your children become independent little people in this world.
I spent like a half an hour or so this past weekend reading away. Through your past oh 20 or so posts and I have to say you write beautifully well I guess I should say you think beautifully and Sean & Will are adorable! I'm glad I've stumbled upon your blog and I'm enjoying all of your photos. I loved the one that had all of your groceries in the cart. Euro food is just so much cooler :) I also love the shot of the three of you jumping on the bed, so sweet.