Straightening out some drawers over the summer, I found a Polaroid camera and several boxes of unused film. I couldn't tell if the camera still had film in it or not, so I clicked the button and, lo and behold, a photo popped out.
It was Kevin, sitting on the floor inspecting something he'd just received in the mail that day for his drum kit. I'm not sure whether it was the look on his face, or the ubiquitous quasi sepia toned graininess of the picture, but he looked like a little boy on Christmas morning opening his gifts from Santa.
We had a good giggle over it and then wondered to each other if every single Polaroid picture in the world has the same resemblance: Christmas morning, circa 1970's.
Photos have changed a lot over the last 30 - 40 years, that's for certain. And pretty much, Polaroids have come and gone. Still. There is something utterly charming about capturing a goofy pose and silly grin - and having the results to share instantly. Somehow taking a selfie and sharing it on Facebook just doesn't have the same thrill.