I found it tonight, the polaroid that I wrote about in my business bio, so I thought I would share it here with you. There are no words for how important these little polaroids are to me.
Long before I became an attorney or a wife or a mother, or a writer, or a sailor, I made paper boats and hats with my grandpa.
We carefully folded the newspaper from the day – filled with both good stories and bad – and turned them into something that could take a journey.
I don’t remember the stories on the pages, but I remember the boats. My grandmother took a polariod of the two of us, my arm on his shoulder, grinning under our paper hats. It’s all I have now of that warm day. They are gone. The hats are gone. But I have the photograph which helps me remember. And so should you.
I began Paper Boat Photography to find and record those delicate, magical moments for you that might otherwise float by un-noticed.
So, should we take the boat out today?
…even her little hand writing at the bottom is so precious to me.
*for more on my kind-hearted late Grandfather, here’s an essay I wrote a while back for Skirt!
by Teaworthy
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