With an old Polaroid camera I preserve moments from life. The emulsion flaws and the subdued color tones veering toward red characterize many of them. Our reading of them shifts to a recognition of those family photo albums from the 1950s and 60s that we all know and love – those albums that are slowly, in declining color scales, evaporating from so many homes all over the globe. The images become apt metaphors for how our own human memories, sooner or later, to a greater or lesser degree, fade or change.