The camera I carried around for ages relied on film. I bought my first camera a Kodak, in the early 1950s, when I was eight years old. I formed the idea of taking my own photos when I was much younger, watching my Dad, grandparents, and Aunt Marge with their cameras, and saved my allowance and birthday money for several years to buy my camera. I had no idea of the expense of film, both it’s purchase and development. That rude surprise came later. Nevertheless, no matter how poor I was, I managed to take photos everywhere I lived and traveled for over 60 years.
Lately, when scanning my slides, and some of the old photos I kept in a ‘acid’ free’ box, I found many images I thought worthy of destruction. Thus they will never be seen again.
For years, when I traveled in Europe, I lugged a heavy, expensive camera everywhere, and one day when I was in a garden in Geneva, I noticed all the clever young people around me were using tiny cameras, and said…”What gives?” I learned they had modern new digital cameras.
I learned to operate digital cameras in the past few years, and have finally, thanks to photographer Mage, over sat Postcards (see blogroll at left) found a camera I like…a Cannon. It has so many features, I need a course on how to use them, but I am a ‘trial and error’ type of person, so I fumble along until I get the hang of things. Also, I have camera savvy instructors…granddaughters, who have even, in the case of the oldest, taken photography courses.
So here are a few more photos, some from my ‘box’, some from slides, many stored on a nifty thumb drive.
Below, a sample of my oddball collection of photos that never made it into an album, or why it is not good to toss photos in a box.