Friday, February 6, 2009

In September of 2007, I took my daughter and granddaughter to Paris. One of the stops along the way was the cemetery where Jim Morrison was entombed. What an enormous place and it took us a long time on a rainy day to find the spot but we did.

It is an amazingly unimpressive gravesite and I thought how disappointed most people must be after seeing the gorgeous sites of other famous people.
But, as a photographer, I loved it that someone had placed a Polaroid photo and dedicated to the dead poet/singer/musician. I was impressed that despite the rain and obvious weather it had endured that it was still in amazingly good condition. I must admit I took Polaroid for granted, using it for quick, often silly family shots and throwing away an amazing number of them because they 'didn't turn out'. Oh my! What a silly girl I've been!

Now I am going through all our old family shots and putting the Polaroids all together. There are many different cameras represented and it's fun to see how each handled had a different look.

I got my first one in about 1965 and have quite a number of shots that are still beautiful. I have both black and white and color from that camera! I don't know what happened to it. I suspect my ex-husband still has it. He probably also has a treasure trove of photographs taken with it! I'll have to go dig around his house one day.

I'm hoping for a day in the not too distant future when I can use all my old cameras!


equivoque said...

Myrna, I didn't know you were here! How great to see you in yet another place!

I'm not really a romantic. In fact, I think I might be the opposite, but I aspire towards it in my general aesthetic.

I will follow your blog. :hug:

dan said...

wonderful story. you have a gift for combining photos and stories that is also admirable. D.

Duke said...

Cool blog! I've enjoyed reading your stories and seeing the pics. Keep it up.