Wasted?

I'm sure I mentioned a long time ago that my grandma finally trusted me enough to let me take the tattered Weinstock's gift box full of old family Polaroids home so I could scan them and preserve the memories. Well, I found this one among the tiny colorful documents of birthdays, Christmases, Halloweens, vacations, and various everyday events deemed worthy of a snapshot, and am so curious what my grandpa was thinking when he snapped this and, moments later, when it developed before his eyes. I love the image and can't help but wonder if he was going for something artistic or if it was a mistaken, "wasted" image. I wish he were around so I could ask him.

I've been thinking a lot these past weeks about my grandpa, much more than usual ever since Polaroid's doomsday announcement. He'd be up-in-arms about it and probably would've written Petters a few times by now to give him a piece of his mind. My grandpa's been gone for 16 years now - more than half of my life - and I always wonder what he'd think of my photography and my camera collection. If he were still alive, I bet he'd often be getting into trouble with my grandma because I know he'd be stockpiling Polaroid film for me, not to mention more cool cameras to feed it through, and still more regular film cameras he'd manage to find. I'd sure love to get the chance to show him my photos and hear his thoughts on my compositions and projects and cameras, and Petters. I'd love to sit down together and tinker with our vintage cameras and talk. Someday...