I don't know if I can explain it, but some of your images remind me of Tarkovsky. This photo is bathed in the deep rich hues of memory, and while it is luminous, it's also mysterious & dark. And that doesn't even mention your composition or play of textures. A kind of 'miraculous' photo.
lord! No! I had no idea there was a book of his polaroids! Thank you! I just looked it up on the web, and---in tiny pics buried in promo photos---I wanted to jump in and see them. (Even from a distance, they looked like Tarkovsky.) There is a scene, in "Mirror" I think (Zerkalo? Yes? my Russian is horrific, don't ask), where he shows a book of art-prints with that old crinkly paper over the prints, and Bach is in the background if I recall, and it's just a 'moment of reflection' yet part of everything he does; and when you said he had polaroids out, I thought the book would be like that one, sitting outside, old, preserved, and with that crinkly protective paper over it. (It could be on cheap kraft paper---I'd still look at it.) Anyway, I lived in Mass for a while, and I must say, I saw a lot of exquisite light, especially the cool northern light of winter; but your shot, above, is about light from within as well as without. Your soul must go back a long ways, it's as if you knew this picture back in prehistory. Thanks for the heads-up on the photos. Much appreciated.