My Polaroid Whisper<p>The Camera Logs take time. The photos, too. They need light, patience, the right place to be found.</p><p>But some things slip through while I wait. Things I can’t always post on the blog or press into the white frame of a Polaroid.</p><p>So this is my in between place, a diary for fragments, confessions, and half developed thoughts. Short when it needs to be. Frequent, when the messages come.</p><p>If you found this, you’re already part of the trail.</p><p><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/journal" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>journal</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/polaroid" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>polaroid</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/mystery" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>mystery</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/diary" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>diary</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/blog" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>blog</span></a></p>