
Made this image while driving through a green light. Didn't look through the viewfinder. Held up the camera with my right hand while holding the wheel with my left.
Because I was driving, I wasn't able to immediately see the image on the back of my digital camera. In fact, I didn't see it until a few moment ago.
The colors and composition remind me of my childhood documented in Polaroid film.
My Aunt Colleen used a Polaroid camera when I was young. After each flash, she'd pull the thick receipt from the camera. My brothers, cousins and I would huddle around it, waiting for the smelly paper to do its work and reveal the image we knew, hoped, prayed would emerge.
We still huddle today. Around the backs of our digital cameras. Around phones. Around laptops. Around TV screens. The wait becomes shorter and shorter as the process evolves, but the anticipation, the hope and the community surrounding what transpires remain the same.