I've taken a few pictures of pictures for my 365 photo project. I pulled out the stack of Polaroids this morning, because I had been thinking about them a lot. They make me feel a little sad, even if they record times in my life that were amazing. There are people in them who aren't around anymore, there are a lot of awful clothes and bad hair (what was I thinking in those years?), there are pictures that are blurry. Mostly there are pictures of people, and that is what I love best. I have lost a few Polaroids along the way, and sometimes I find the odd one in a book or a box. I took these Polaroids without feeling self-conscious. I took them without caring, even though the film was precious because of its price (I never imagined that it would be discontinued). They always turned out perfectly as far as I was concerned. It used to be a fun thing for me -- people LOVE being photographed with a Polaroid! They get really excited about it!
I don't think I could carry a Polaroid around anymore, even though I still have a few packs of film in the fridge. I feel strange about Polaroid these days. I started taking it seriously for a while, insisting only on using an SX-70. It got decidedly less fun, and more often than not the pictures weren't good, too yellow or too unremarkable.