tumbly.

I like the negatives, too.

Yeah, airports and my Polaroid are a recipe for a happy me.

Today, 4 people asked about the camera (“you can still get film for that?” hee) and shared little stories about their parents (and themselves) having one.

Sunday morning in Wallingford. (:

A River Runs Through It (Yosemite NP Polaroids)

Both are gorgeous, the first one is my favorite. I miss Yosemite. A lot.

Aftermath. (: (Before.)

Oregon Landscapes : Allie Mount Photography

Um. Wow. (Be sure to check out “Rocks in the Mojave Desert” …sigh) (via @ImpossibleUSA)

DC.

chromeography:

Volkswagen (via laureola, by Rebecca)

Polaroids! Volkswagen! Summery, citrus-y color! What’s not to love?

This morning, the moon setting.

Later, Sunday morning, November.

Nerdily excited about the 2 rolls from Portland, I walked around my neighbourhood (and apartment) and blew through a roll of Kodak’s BW400CN. (:

I’ve been on a bit of a roll with the Polaroid 330 this last week and I’m enjoying every frame of it. 2 packs of colour film gone with 3 more en route for my trip to Vancouver.

This morning, post-daily chai acquisition, I stood next to my car trying to line up a shot of just one of the lovely golden trees fluttering all over Bellevue. nb: rangefinder focusing on leaves is tricky!

(Should I really be calling these Polaroids? Sure they’re made in a Polaroid camera, but the film is Fuji. Hm. Calling them “instant pictures” isn’t right, either, or anyway it sounds silly. “Polaroids” gets the point across; I’ll stick with it. [Final answer.])