Last year I sold my 35mm camera, a lovely black Nikon FM2n that I’d had for years. I always said I’d never sell it, but living in a tiny space means I tend to get rid of things after not using them for a certain amount of time. I’d only shot medium format for the last year or so, so away the Nikon went, and what do you know…. a few months later I get the urge to shoot 35mm again. I tried to squash it by using my big mamiya more, not wanting to buy another camera, but It feels a little silly to me to be lugging the heavy beast around when I just want to quickly shoot some day to day moments that I’d like to remember. So, I’m now the proud owner of a little plastic point and shoot canon sureshot, and I love it. There’s no thinking involved, it just sits in my pocket and I can pull it out, point….. and shoot.
Lesson learnt…. do not sell cameras if you’ve ever loved them.
Here’s the last few weeks on 35mm film… rainy days by loch morlich, brief spurts of sunshine in the cairngorms, my tiny home, and lots and lots of photos of Fox and our walks.
