Out Of Date @ MindSay

I do hereby dedicate this post to the 4th of July, a good day in general, and a smashingly good date.

No kiss yet, but this is likely do to my acute shyness, and it may be the fact that it's the second date.

Still, a simply stupendous date nonetheless.

Perhaps date 3 will see some kissies? Who knows.

I hope you all satisfied your Pyromaniacal tendencies today.

Cheers!

im bored but anyways i just finished talking to the greatest person living in this world. ive met the greatest guy on earth...hes a guitar player from the band burial within and is always there when i need a shoulder to cry on or just to rant too. hes defiantly the number one reason i can trust people again. BEN this is for you. i kno ive dated jerks b4 but we dont even date and u treat me so much better than every guy ive ever dated before. ur the best guy a girl can have and if we never date the next girl to date you i will tell her everything about you..how sweet you are, how amazing and how absoutely perfect you are for getting me from my sad days and lifting me to a place in my mind where my happy place is. anyone would be so lucky to date you..guys beware....i now look for the same qualities in BEN in future guys and thats gonna be hard pressed to find. hes cute, funny, sweet, an amazing personality, and not always thinking abut the physical features in a girl. but i know that almost no one ever reads these things so whats the point of me posting them...well for one thing im bored and school was crappy today. and everyday i have to put up with questions about my best friends and issues with their boyfriends...i can give them perfect advice, but i can never seem to take my own advice. oh well i guess i'll add more later.

People ask me why I shoot with polaroids. Why I occasionaly abandon my "real" photography equipment and pick up an out dated Polaroid Spectra. Well here's how it started:

I've always been intrested with run-down abandond buildings and homes. Especially homes. It's sad to think of the stories that may have lead up to a family having to leave their home. Isn't it the American dream to own your own home and having a family pet? So what could happen to make it end. Or who would end it? I'd find photographs, sometimes entire family albumbs left behind. Glimpses of the memories made inside that house. It always got my brain going, to see these photographs of a home decorated for Christmas, and then look up and see collapsing ceilings, and holes in the walls, broken windows. But there wen't ever any answers on how it got that way. So I had to use the pictures to create a story on how it happend. Maybe it wasn't exactly how everything had gone down, but the relics of a family albumb was all my curriosity had.

Sometimes if the home was old enough the family albumb would be full of 600 series Polaroid shots, or even older larger format film from Polaroid Land cameras. There's something appealing about polaroid film, the colors are always off, aswell as the exposure and white balence. They're unpredictable, and unexpected every time. Sometimes the developer inside the packet wont make it to every corrner, and you wind up with blank spots, or weird markings, or uneven exposures. But every polaroid you take it's the only one, and impossible to ever recreate. No negatives, no nothing, that's it. One of a kind, every time. Every square that comes out of that camrea can be 2 mins old, or 30 years old if you want it to be. So if you think my random Polaroids are random. Think of the stories they might tell. Think of them less as a photograph, and more as someone elses memories. It's why I take them. I look at every shot as if it was a found photogtraph, and wonder where it was taken, and why? Why signifagance could this little framed photo have to anyone? So write your own stories about what they mean, so I invite you to think outside of that thin white border.