Saturday, March 15, 2014
My daughter is reaching the end of the formerly extensive back-stock of Polaroid film (long past the sell-buy date). As the film deteriorates, the pictures that get taken with it become all the more themselves. For now, the ritual Polaroids of my granddaughter continue to come into the world at regular uninterrupted intervals as they have done since baby-days.
These new ones begin in the last week of January and conclude at the beginning of March (the same period when spring arrived this year in our part of Northern California).