Sunday Drive
I grew up in a quiet little town. Tempted by the variety of things to do and places to see outside the city limits, my passion for discovery was born. With trips to faraway places beyond our means, Sunday drives with my parents expanded my horizons. Two dollars worth of gasoline would fuel hours of exploration.
Joining us on those rides was the family Polaroid camera. Time and time again, I marveled as layers of plastic, chemicals, and paper turned into keepsakes of the places we visited. Years later, mental images from my childhood are still bordered by the familiar Polaroid frame.
On those drives, I would excitedly call for my dad to stop when I saw something that captivated me. Similar locations still spark my curiosity and imagination today. Traveling to those places, photographing them, and creating contemporary editions of yesterday’s Polaroids has connected my past and present.
