Polaroid photography is nothing if not hit-and-miss. Indeed, that imperfect you-just-never-know-until-you-do aspect of the thing is a big part of what I love so much about it. But, let's be honest, for a rank amateur such as myself, you really get a lot more misses than hits. But all the dark blurry shots in the world are easily balanced out, for me, by just the very occasional shot such as the one above. The girl, whose middle name is Peony, gently gently touching a bunch of peonies in the magical milky Edwardian sunlight. I mean, just, come on!