Friday, August 22, 2008

August 20, +40 171 Remaining

Went to Walgreens to meet someone to pick up a shirt. While I was there I thought it fit to stock up on their last remaining Polaroid Packs. Almost $18 each.

August 18, Drawing in trees, -2 131 Remaining.

I went to the arboretum to meet Tiffany and pose for her for a drawing she had been planning. I sat in a tree and read Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil while she drew me.

On one of my breaks I took a couple Polaroids of her. After having realized 2 days before that the battery in the pack only lasts for about a month I've decided to take the remaining photos in the camera ASAP.

Yeah, so here they are.

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Monday, August 18, 2008

August 16, Makin' Memories. -7. 133 remaining

Today Jeremy and I took the scanner and some other stuff over to his house to do some work and generally prepare for his departure to Lubbock. While we were at his house, I took two Polas of him holding the new Alabama Football magazine in which he was published.

It wasn't without sacrifice, though. At first when I tried to take the photo, it wouldnt take. Over and over I oushed that little red button, but to no avail. Finally I decided that it was a bad battery in the pack, so I had to sacrifice the three remaining exposures.

When I put a new pack in, it took about 10 excruciating seconds before it spat out the dark slide. Finally we took the photos.


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After that, we walked outside to take a ride. I took two Polas of a discarded book below the curb next to the tire. The first was a bit overexposed. I turned the exposure wheel and toon another. Still a little underexposed but I didnt want to waste anymore.


Then, we went out on an escapade that I will not soon forget. We packed up in the old, smelly, light blue, beaten down car that is the LeSabre.

Late Afternoon with Windows Down and Wind It Up by Gwen Stefani blaring, Jeremy and I drove arund Auburn for about an hour. The whole time I had his xti wrapped around my hand and hanging out the window, taking photographs of whatever he told me to and whatever else I thought was significant.

One of the stops we made was an old house our father once lived in. There was a man outside smoking a cigar. So, naturally, we engaged in conversation. He was a really nice guy, and he actually turned out to be the father of someone I knew at the high school. Anyway, I took his Polaroid Poratrait and we went on our way.

During the hustle and bustle of everything, I apparently lost the two Polaroids I took of the book. Very sad.


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