It occurred to me recently that I have been doing this photography thing for a very long time. When I was 16 years old I bought my first SLR camera and my best friend Angela and I were the photographers for our high school year book. We used something called “film” and we did all the development ourselves in something called a “darkroom”. ;) It was invaluable experience and I am so grateful to have that foundation.
I have always wanted to take a portrait of some our old gear. I love vintage cameras. Love. I love vintage photos, vintage everything really. It all has so much style. I loved my Minolta XD11. I bussed tables in a restaurant and saved up for it. I’ll never forget going down to Simon’s Camera on Saint Antoine West in Montreal and buying it. My husband also studied photography and commercial design and was an Olympus guy. We never got rid of our old gear because it holds so many sentimental memories.
When photography went digital I went to university to re-learn everything. I love digital photography, but photography is not just about the technology and the tools, it’s about light, story telling, and lots of passion. I still have one roll of undeveloped black and white film I have carried around for 16 years that one day I’ll drop it off to get it developed. I better hurry before that’s not an option anymore. I find that kind of sad for some reason. Like the end of some great era. An era I was lucky to be part of.