Yesterday I was standing on the banks of the Little Tallahatchie, loading film into my Polaroid 600. In the wet brown mud by the edge of the rushing water were the five-fingered paw tracks of a raccoon. Beyond the river, with its lovely chocolate milk color, were trees sprouting little bits of green at the tips of their branches. A dozen or so steps behind me was the supposed grave of the King of the Delta Blues. It was the first day of Spring.
Jackson, Mississippi, Polaroid SX-70 (2017)
I can’t tell you what Spring feels like, not exactly, but in combing through my archives this morning it seemed some images could transmit the feeling. It’s those wonderful sun-soaked days where there suddenly seems to be new colors everywhere. I love it when it’s still kind of cool in the morning but then by noon you can start to feel the sun.
Easter hats, Jackson, Polaroid SX-70 (2017)
Jackson, Polaroid SX-70 (2016)
Chinatown, NYC, Polaroid SX-70 (2018)
Jackson, Polaroid Spectra (2016)1
Jill’s room, Rowan Oak, Oxford, Mississippi, Polaroid SX-70 (2017)
Jackson, Polaroid SX-70 (2017)
Jackson, Polaroid 600 (2018)
Jackson, Polaroid Spectra (2018)
If you’re wondering if it’s time—to order some film for the camera, to put the sweaters at the top of the closet, to make a playlist with your favorite songs with saxophone solos—it is. It’s Spring. Go.
And if you see any red Chevys, text me.
Jackson, Polaroid 600 (2016)
This beautiful moment is from . . . the opening of a pet store in Maywood Mart. Incidentally the Easter hats are also from Maywood, at the Dress Code (it’s now moved across I-55).