Is it incredibly narcissistic to say that I think this might just be the best photo I've yet to take?
Today it was 60, which turns out to be perfect weather for biking in a snazzy outfit. I took some digital shots, but since I dragged out the monster Polaroid I figured I'd try that too. Why I even shoot digital is beyond me at moments like this.
This is the negative side of a Polaroid print, which I fished from the trash after absentmindedly throwing it away. I remembered I wanted to try scanning the goopy negatives to see what I got, and I'm so glad I remembered.