With an old Polaroid camera I preserve memories and fleeting contemplations. It freezes snapshots from life. A bird dies, a flower bursting out, winter passes and most of it goes on in silence. The images are photographed with a special polaroid film that was manufactured by accident. If left alone the polaroid images degrade and eventually fade entirely to black. I snap the shot and the chemistry slowly darkens the film in a gradient from blue-green tones to yellowish-brown over approximately 24 hours until the photographs turn black. I have to stop the degradation by destroying the polaroid,
