These are my barbecue shots. Judging by the hairstyle, it was in the summer of 1984. I was staying at my grandparents’ for a few weeks and my grandpa decided he would let me barbecue (the first and last time — haven’t touched a grill since). ... So sad to see the Polaroid disappearing. It was always so magical to me. — Lisa Mair, Naples
Maybe you still use it now and then. Or perhaps it’s gathering dust on some shelf in the garage or waiting in a box, ready for your next yard sale. Your Polaroid. Brownies and Instamatics were fine, but no other camera gave the shooter the immediacy, the intimacy and the elation of reproducing life in their hand.