It seemed like a good idea at the time. Yard sale Polaroid camera. Only twenty pictures. "Careful as you choose your shots—you only get once chance to make a first impression." But it didn't work that way. Nothing came out as expected. And yet everything fits somehow. The photos look the way I remember my childhood. Flashes of light and dark images. Blur. Motion. Movement. Some memories clear and direct. Others oddly framed and askew. So as you look at the pictures, try to overlook the poor photography. These are the memories of a casual trip. Twenty years ago. When I was four or five. Can't really remember much. Just an emu's head pressing into a van window.
C.N.WHITE \ MAY 2002