The colors in Polaroid film ping closest to my imagined visual of nostalgia. This collection is not connected in any way except for the medium they were shot on. These images are the ephemera of my life. People I love, places I want to remember, light leaks turned into happy mistakes. Most of my Polaroids are in a cardboard box in my closet, an unsorted memory bin. I prefer them this way. An antithesis to my highly organized digital archive. This selection of images are a short poem strung together, a result of rummaging through the past few years.