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Every so often I stumble upon an image and my camera is many miles away. I can only sigh with resignation and reach for my phone. On the list of great truths about photography, surely there is a line that reads, "Thou must carry your camera at all times. No exceptions, bucko."

Then again, upon closer examination of these phone shots, I wonder if maybe I'm missing the point. Somehow the cruder the instrument, the more perversely beautiful the image. How else can one explain the fiercely stubborn existence of Polaroids and Holgas in the era of a jillion pixels?

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