Mama don't take my Kodachrome away
I used to have an old Minolta 35mm camera that I took all around the world with me. It was heavy, but with it I took some great pictures--black and whites of children running along old beach roads in Madagascar, families bathing on the Makong. I even took a picture in India that got published on the cover of a small literary magazine. (I just happened to be in the right place at the right time).
Photography once gave me so much joy. I took a class in graduate school, and I remember spending more time in the photo lab than I did studying for any of my real classes. Even in Japan, my friend Stephanie nicknamed me the camera bandit, because no matter where we were, I would steal any camera within reach to try and catch those I was with off guard.
On the one day I wanted to take pictures more than any other—Sunniva’s wedding day—my camera broke. What horrible luck! It broke my heart in the smallest way. I don’t have any real photographic skill, but I think I've got a good eye. I see people very well and can capture them at the right moments. I would have loved to have been able to capture those moments for Sunniva and Todd. The whole camera ordeal is especially sad since Sunniva’s photographer didn't take any of the pictures she requested, like a picture of everyone in attendance or her and Todd's hands after exchanging rings.
Lately, I’ve been thinking about getting a digital camera so I can at least take pictures of moments I want to remember. I will always have a love for the older 35mm cameras (I love the sound they make when the shutter closes and how you can manipulate the depth of field), but for now I think immediacy and convenience win.
I took this picture the other day while fishing on the pier. (I almost got a ticket, because I was fooling around without a license). The light makes me want to pick up a camera (of my own) again.
Photography once gave me so much joy. I took a class in graduate school, and I remember spending more time in the photo lab than I did studying for any of my real classes. Even in Japan, my friend Stephanie nicknamed me the camera bandit, because no matter where we were, I would steal any camera within reach to try and catch those I was with off guard.
On the one day I wanted to take pictures more than any other—Sunniva’s wedding day—my camera broke. What horrible luck! It broke my heart in the smallest way. I don’t have any real photographic skill, but I think I've got a good eye. I see people very well and can capture them at the right moments. I would have loved to have been able to capture those moments for Sunniva and Todd. The whole camera ordeal is especially sad since Sunniva’s photographer didn't take any of the pictures she requested, like a picture of everyone in attendance or her and Todd's hands after exchanging rings.
Lately, I’ve been thinking about getting a digital camera so I can at least take pictures of moments I want to remember. I will always have a love for the older 35mm cameras (I love the sound they make when the shutter closes and how you can manipulate the depth of field), but for now I think immediacy and convenience win.
I took this picture the other day while fishing on the pier. (I almost got a ticket, because I was fooling around without a license). The light makes me want to pick up a camera (of my own) again.
posted by Elizabeth at 11:13 AM
2 Comments:
could you post the picture you took in india, please.
I will. I’ve been meaning to, but need to scan the picture in before I can post it. I hope to do so in the next few days. Thanks for asking.
Elizabeth
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