...has always been my favorite. I remember Photo I as an undergrad - my experience with a certain Yashica MAT-124 might have solidified my decision to continue with photography. It might have. It did. I remember looking through the vertical glass and seeing a real image. Not the kind that you see in a viewfinder in a 35mm SLR. Not the kind that you see on a little screen on the back of a digital point-and-shoot. It took time to make an image. It took patience. It took a light meter.I shot my first album cover with that camera. In fact, Ive shot three album covers with that camera. I fell in love with square photography. I fell in love with huge negatives.
Unfortunately, I later fell in love with digital photography. Ive never been a fan of the finished product, but I became a fan of the ease. The instant gratification. The commerical reliability of digital images. I became the epitome of the American Fast-Food, Wal-Mart, Coors-Light society. So, according to my current state of mind, I re-evaluated. I brew my own beer. I wax my own skis. I cook my own food. And I began shooting on film again. I bought a Holga. Actually, I bought two Holgas. And I bought film, I made trades to acquire expired film (thanks Suz). I finally shot that first roll. Analog.
And I fell in love with photography again.
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You may love photography again, but it still hates your guts.
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