Polaroids

I can’t remember the last time that I saw a Polaroid picture and was actually enthralled by it.  Where I live, it’s not just common for everyone to have Polaroid pictures set as their social networking default pictures, it’s a daily occurence to see someone walking around with their instant-gratification picture-machine draped over their shoulder, bouncing it alongside their designer belts and ill-fitting tee shirt-esque garments.  Not only do I disagree with the treatment of these relics of photographic past, but the majority of the resulting pictures is appalling.

However…

During my morning run, I came across this beauty:
face
It is the first Polaroid that has impressed me in a while.  Hell, it’s the first portrait that has impressed me in a long time.  I can’t tell if someone cut it up in order to save the face or to remove the face.  I can just tell that whatever was done to this picture was with a very definitive amount of feeling.  And sometimes, I guess, that’s all it takes to impress me.