If you have been following
this blog, you may have realized that in addition to writing, I’ve always had a
passion for photography. Back in my youth, I used a Kodak Instamatic of some
sort, with no settings except to point and shot.
I still had fun with it.
I managed to save enough
money, that when I left for college that first fall after high school, I had
enough left after paying my tuition, room and board, that I went out and bought
a real camera. A totally manual Yashica FX-3 SLR 35 mm and multiple accessories,
such as a tilt flash, zoom lens and some fun filters. Plus a camera bag for it
all. I even signed up for a photography class, which was located just a mile
from the dorm where I lived. Which meant that every Thursday night (I think it
was Thursdays, that was 39 years ago), I walked twenty minutes there and back,
in the dark, along city streets. (Did my mom know I was doing this??)
Last week I scanned some
of those old first photos I took back then, planning on sharing them here.
Then I dragged out my old
Yashica to take a picture of it. She looks pretty rough.
I have had two camera bags
in my closet for twenty-one years now, my original one and the one my sister Pat
had for her camera and accessories, which her husband gave me when she passed
away.
I had to drag both bags
out now to see what else was in there – okay, actually I was looking for the
receipt for my camera. I seem to remember that I kept it forever and would have
left it in the camera bag, but no such luck. What I did find, however, was a
third 35 mm. Where that came from, I have no idea.
Again, the story of my
life – everything is a mystery.
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