My 18th birthday. Oddly enough, this man reminds me a bit of my best friend’s father.
Love this collection. As a photographer, I deeply appreciate the dedication it took to continue taking a photo every day. I especially love that these are Polaroids. They’re may favorite kind of images because they are so intimate. You have to get up close and personal to view them. They sort of invade your private space.
Monday, June 11, 1979
My 18th birthday. Oddly enough, this man reminds me a bit of my best friend’s father.
Love this collection. As a photographer, I deeply appreciate the dedication it took to continue taking a photo every day. I especially love that these are Polaroids. They’re may favorite kind of images because they are so intimate. You have to get up close and personal to view them. They sort of invade your private space.
The day world welcome’s me starting my own story. Not that many pcitures at all, but with lovely memories as well.
The day before I was born