In which there are several visual aides!

With the help of NLW I collected a bunch of stuff from the farm yesterday, but I never did see my beloved Polaroid camera. I looked all over the place several times but it wasn’t there. Bread said he couldn’t remember seeing it anywhere.

Last night in bed I thought about it really hard, and remembered seeing it on the white shelves in my old office a year ago. Those shelves were packed by Bread himself the last time I went out there to get stuff. Therefore, the camera could be… in that box right there!

I jumped out of bed and opened a box. The camera wasn’t there, but it was in the box below! (Now all I have to do is find my Kodak Brownie and I’ll be good.)

The reason I love the Polaroid so much is that it takes pictures like these:

[color] [black & white]

The thing is simply amazing, and that’s all there is to it. If only I didn’t have to hoard the flashbulbs.

I threw away half of the stuff in those two boxes, but in the process I found a couple of old short stories. (The ‘Fixer’ one I wrote the last time I lived in Walla Walla – eleven years ago, as a matter of fact.)

Here they are, for your amusement, two short stories I’d totally forgotten about, found in my stuff, and scanned into PDFs:

[A Real Fixer-Upper] [Landed Aristocracy]

See, I used to be a cool person who took awesome photos with vintage cameras and wrote short stories for fun! And now I’ve proved it.

In other news, Iowa is pretending to be Oregon today. The sky is overcast and has been steely and unchanging all day. It hasn’t rained, but it looks as if it should. From horizon to horizon, the color is the same uniform pearly gray.