I discovered a site today devote to found Polaroid photographs. They are anonymous in that the people aren't identified, and there is no context for the pictures. Which is what makes found polaroids so engrossing: You are tasked with writing up a caption for any image you choose. I picked one of an old woman, and while I sipped my first cup of coffee this morning, wove a short story (250-350 words preferred) of wonder. She and her setting looked completely unremarkable, but as we all know, looks can be deceiving.
I suppose the meaning of something found is whatever we ascribe to it, barring the things ability to simply define itself.
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