I pull into the parking space to pick up Dee from ballet and I'm greeted by back lit trees that border the empty lot next door.
The Polaroid print I pull leaves me disappointed - I hope the neg holds more details - The sight before me is all green and growing, my eye easily jumps the gap between low values and hot spots, making compromises that the film never will.
It amazes me how many people can come and go here and never seem to notice the little pieces of beauty that they pass, too busy to seem to care. I hope I'm wrong.
