The Polaroid Pack
A picture is worth a thousand words, and so are the people who take them.
Take, for example, three camera-toting teenagers riding the commuter rail on an afternoon trip into Boston.
While much of their vocabulary is littered with indecipherable slang and cameras obscure their faces, something is thoroughly captivating about the group.
“Dude, we should get a three seater,” one of them mumbles from beneath a black cap. His suggestion, however, goes unacknowledged when the three settle into a booth separated by a table.
Suddenly, a familiar clicking noise echoes from within the otherwise quiet caboose. Assumptive commuters might assume it to be the click of a camera yet the sound, it turns out, is from the onboard ticketing agent’s hole puncher.
“Alright, guys talk to me,” the gruff agent utters as he barrels up the aisle.
“One way to Back Bay, for all of us,” says the second member, who sports a hat emblazoned with a crown. Clearly, the leader of this Polaroid Pack has spoken.
In between stops the three speak of weekend plans and tease schoolyard hookups. Every so often, a camera shutters.
“Check this out,“ says the third and final member, “I actually got a really cool picture."
They all lean in to marvel at the latest snapshot.
“Try getting one when the train is going faster,” proclaims the king, lifting his lens to the window. His jesters follow suit ready to capture images of the moving scenery.
When the train arrives at South Station the three disembark, cameras in hand, ready to take a thousand snapshots worth so many words.