This little muse

She's not so little these days. 

One of the things I love best about instant film is the timeline scattered through my house. I can watch this one grow up on a walk from the bedroom to the kitchen, or visit a californian seaside in the living room. It's kind of the best.

On the fridge, jammed in the corners of mirrors, in little frames, sometimes lost and found in the front of book covers. Most places I turn are little squares of memories that take me back to a light filled moment, captured and frozen in a dream-state forever. Even the ones I discarded as failures at the time. I find them forgotten in the bottom of drawers and old camera bags, they have their dog-eared, dusty and creased stories to tell too.

This year I'll be shooting much more instant film, for all the reasons I love so much. 

And this little muse? I think she loves it as much as I do.

"Ash, let's take photos forever, let's fill the whole world with photos!"
And she kissed my camera and skipped off. 

Ok. Let's.

The best kind of chocolate

There was one last pack of Polaroid Chocolate film stashed in the back of my fridge. It was very expired, I wasn't even sure if it would work out. But that always makes for nice surprises. 

Top to bottom: Found place // Russell Smith // The Bride & Groom // Georgi at breakfast

Just a peek

One of my dearest friends has a wonderful new studio space. We had a little photo shoot there last recently and I can't wait to show the results. But for now, my favorite Polaroid. 

Macadamias and mist

The weather was surprisingly awful last week. Rainy, windy and cold. You wouldn't guess it if you looked out a window today though, nothing but blue sky and sunshine. I even managed to soak up a little bit between work and more work while revisiting Friday in my mind. Friday was cool, drizzly and spent adventuring in the mountains.

We spent part of it it wandering through a macadamia forest with crunchy leaves under our feet and no other sounds besides laughing birds and wind in the tree tops. For a while it was all ours. 

Later that day we found ourselves deep in the rainforest, covered in mist and protected from rain by the canopy above our heads. The smell of earth and rain was amazing. Delicate little spider webs were scattered along our trail, covered in raindrops they looked more like strands of diamonds. Somehow I forgot my camera for that part, and if only we had remembered our swimming gear... the rock pool at the end of the trail was kind of perfect. Next time for sure.