#instant photography

england, anonymous photographer.instant kodak nº 2, c. 1890.

Use / of Elder - a leaf for an ear.
Last of Spectra
Double Exposure

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Siamo così stupidi: ci mettiamo così poco ad abituarci alla presenza di una persona e così tanto alla sua assenza. 

- TheGirlOfMilkshake

(@thegirlofmilkshake)

Siamo come l'autunno, come alberi spogli
come il mare e gli scogli
i rimpiantiericordi.  

- TheGirlOfMilkshake

@thegirlofmilkshake

Kim Kardashian West for Vogue Taiwan

Somewhere with my best friend

Yes, thats right. A suRRealist always comes back to the crime scene of his subconsiousness. A suRRealist doesn’t sleep. His eyes are wide open even when they are closed. All with one lucky shot. I became a fan of polaroids. This is it. Starting a new era. Follow me.

NOTEWORTHY THINGS - WEEK 7

http://www.prettyinmad.com/2014/02/noteworthy-things-week-752.html

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booniesbride:

my last polaroid of 2020

Smoking Oriana

with Oriana Irnev

Polaroid FP100C

2017

all rights reserved

original for sale

a true story about my great-uncle, from with one eye squinted

[another excerpt from with one eye squinted]

my last polaroid of 2020

“i was talking about time. it’s so hard for me to believe in it. some things go. pass on. some things just stay. i used to think it was my rememory. you know. some things you forget. other things you never do. but it’s not. places, places are still there. if a house burns down, it’s gone, but the place–the picture of it–stays, and not just in my rememory, but out there, in the world.”

…

“if it’s still there, waiting, that must mean nothing ever dies.”
“nothing ever does.”

-beloved, toni morrison

abandoned homes in SW virginia

don’t burn the day away

another segment from with one eye squinted, focusing on the prevalence and theme of houses in many of my dreams

i am holy now, the water’s hit me

another snippet from with one eye squinted, recounting a story my gram always told me growing up about the night she saw apparitions of a little boy and a little girl in her room, and how nearly 20 years later when my brother and i were born, she realized those apparitions had been the spitting image of us, right down to the clothes they were wearing

snippets from my senior project titled “with one eye squinted,” a body of work consisting of polaroids, dream journals, and collections of stories from both personal and others’ experience, all exploring things like ghosts, memories, premonitions, reincarnation, superstition, and the Generally Uncanny

(im not sure if ill ever get around to posting or sharing the whole thing so )

i shot w black and white film for the first time at the duck pond today and I’m kinda in love……..

i love polaroids that look like dreams

(not so) little river flooded yesterday

ghosts can be very fierce and instructive. they cast strange shadows.

abandoned childhood home of a family friend in sw virginia

the truth about the world … is that anything is possible. had you not seen it all from birth and thereby bled it of its strangeness it would appear to you for what it is: a hat trick in a medicine show, a fevered dream, a trance bepopulate with chimeras having neither analogue nor precedent, an itinerant carnival, a migratory tentshow whose ultimate destination after many a pitch in many a mudded field is unspeakable and calamitous beyond reckoning.

ive encountered many a roadside oddity on my adventures so here are some of my favorites

sweet boy

sleepwalking

pics from our forest trip that ended up turning out really wild due to some film errors!