At the encouragement of my room-mate, and with his generous donation of some Impossible Project film, I took mom’s old Polaroid camera out with me last weekend.
Not sure when I’ll bust out the kit next. It’s certainly not cheap. But it’s fun, and it reminds me of the days when every shot was fully considered and you had to take your time to get it right. No rapid fire, “take 200 pictures so that one is good” style shooting here.