My silly / cute Hasselblad contraption with a Instax back has stopped people in their tracks. They all want to know what it is. Then they want a photo. Then I give it to them.
A few weekends ago, an immigrant dad shyly asked me for a Instax photo so he could have a pic of his daughter, who was going to leave. He wouldn’t see her for a while. Being able to take that pic and give it to them felt so different. Different camera, different stories.