Some more Polaroids from Ecuador. I’d like to get them scanned and sorted before I start scanning the rest of my film. I’ll probably make two or three more long posts. Some of these are dusty, oops.
Please click for larger images (they look better).

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Sometimes, you’re compelled to go into chest-deep water with a Polaroid camera.
And sometimes it survives after going into a coma from getting hit by the wave this surfer was riding.

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Sometimes, you come upon perfect rainbows shearing valleys from end to end against an electric sky.

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Other times, you lay under pods of Pelicans flying low in long V-formations.

Or spot embraces under spindly palms.

Or moments filled with energy in evening light.

Or compositions in ashes featherlike, sootlike, scattered on hillsides and beaches.
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Or you look where others look on tall volcanic hillsides,

along sub-tropical ranges,

or in tropical jungles.
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Following the grooves of the earth from cars,

along landscapes gray and beige and green and black and blue,

barren places,

places that stretch the eyes,

where wild horses rove,

where mountains swallow up lakes,

and where mines swallow up mountains,

plunging hillsides under the gaze of infinity pools,

shaping white, artifical domes that mimic the Mediterranean,

and spread down to an ocean violent and thirsty and alive.
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more soon,
arseni
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(References/Inspiration/Academic Frameworks: Todd Hido – Occupied Homes, Fazal Sheikh – (Polaroid Works), Jan Nemec – Untitled Polaroids, etc)