Keith
The best camera is one that still works!
This is my 20th year. 🙂
I think this way also.
Twenty years ago, I was 47, still had my parents, and felt like I still had my life ahead of me.
Now, at 67, both parents gone, I'm thinking in 20-more years (if I make it) I will be 87 and am looking at the other side of life. Crazy! Make's one want to maximize all the time they have left and enjoy life.
I hopefully have a few more decades left in me (both parents made it into their late-90's - Italian immigrants) and strategize how to enjoy each day now as time now feels more compressed.
Luckily, I am still working, enjoy my career in hi-tech, and hope to continue working into my early-70's then slow down a bit after that - maybe taking a remote gig here-and-there for play money.
Congrats! Time flies, doesn’t it? My 20 year anniversary on this site is coming up in early October.I can’t believe that l been a member on this great forum for 22 years.
Approaching 18 years. Been all over the photography map in that time, but came back to rangefinders 7-8 years ago. Ha, ha, proof that life's a circle.
When you dig into the earliest posts of RFF, you'll find members who have been here since the very beginning:
@MP Guy of course 😄
@back alley joined on the 30th of July 2003 and sadly has had health concerns which took him away from the forum last year or so
@SolaresLarrave who joined on 30 July 2003 and was last seen on the forum in mid 2025
@bmattock who joined around the same time, and has amassed over 10,000 posts. His last post was 2019 and he was last sighted here in 2023.
@Doug has been here since the beginning and is still here!
Eighteen years for me .... time passes quickly
I met Sebald in 1997. Very interesting man. In a lot of ways he got my photography going again after a period of low activity.Life is full of small miracles, some we are in the middle of but don’t realize. We are warned about this with our children. I joined my photographic group through an interest in old doors and meeting a guy out the back of my office who was in socks and sandals. We talked about lenses, particularly Zeiss. He once shared a train carriage with Lord Clark to shoot some scenes of the 1970s BBC documentary The Romantic Rebellion I had watched with my father. He became a friend and mentor.
Getting my M2 serviced in Melbourne in 2007 by a Wetzlar born and trained technician was thanks to photo.net. But I never gelled with that forum. I would regularly hear of Rangefinder Forum, but stupidly never went to look, until 2009.
What we find here is people from all over the world with a common interest, and a similar sensibility. We’ve got to know each other. A few of us can be prickly and rub people up the wrong way. The odd skirmish needs settling, but the guys who increase the temperature are very much valued and given latitude, and have their firm defenders, and the dust almost always settles.
The sophistication of the discussion is really quite something. People here can write. And spell. I just saw a post by Freakscene quoting The Emigrants by WG Sebald.
The miracle of RFF is still going. It has already seen some of us out, Barnwulf in particular from my point of view. There was a fine mid-western gentleman, and a wonderful explorer of found geometry. We had a long correspondence via DMs.
We are still here thanks to Stephen Gandy’s genius. And thanks to everyone else here.
You remind me of another of my mentors, who before he was 40 seemed to have had so many roles and met so many of the greats that he ought to have been 90.I met Sebald in 1997. Very interesting man. In a lot of ways he got my photography going again after a period of low activity.
Most of the people who I met I sought out. I met Sebald totally accidentally. I enrolled in a PhD because I didn’t know what to do; my ‘so many roles’ were mostly related to a youthful lack of focus. In my PhD my supervisor sent me to UEA to spend some time with his supervisor. I was in the copy shop at UEA with my CV hoping to get a job (I didn’t) when I struck up a conversation with a man who was clearly an academic but of what I had no idea. Once he picked up his order and I dropped off my CV, we talked for an hour or more. He talked to me about university life, local history and geography and walking, a lot about walking. In a way it was very Sebaldian. When I got back to my cubicle my supervisor’s supervisor mentioned in passing that he heard that Max had written ‘a book or two’. I then read Vertigo, The Emigrants and The Rings of Saturn. Astounded, I sent Max a very tentative message saying who I was and that I had by then read his books and that they were life changing for me (they were). He was very kind and we corresponded sporadically until he died. My supervisor, his supervisor, and Max are all dead now. I think about each of them almost daily. “And so they are ever returning to us, the dead” The Emigrants.You remind me of another of my mentors, who before he was 40 seemed to have had so many roles and met so many of the greats that he ought to have been 90.
Wonderful story like many of yours. What a precious correspondence. A client of mine gave me The Emigrants. Sadly I have many returning. Raises interesting challenges for our understanding of time. Nabokov, who reached the core of everything he touched, had insights into what Sebald touched.Most of the people who I met I sought out. I met Sebald totally accidentally. I enrolled in a PhD because I didn’t know what to do; my ‘so many roles’ were mostly related to a youthful lack of focus. In my PhD my supervisor sent me to UEA to spend some time with his supervisor. I was in the copy shop at UEA with my CV hoping to get a job (I didn’t) when I struck up a conversation with a man who was clearly an academic but of what I had no idea. Once he picked up his order and I dropped off my CV, we talked for an hour or more. He talked to me about university life, local history and geography and walking, a lot about walking. In a way it was very Sebaldian. When I got back to my cubicle my supervisor’s supervisor mentioned in passing that he heard that Max had written ‘a book or two’. I then read Vertigo, The Emigrants and The Rings of Saturn. Astounded, I sent Max a very tentative message saying who I was and that I had by then read his books and that they were life changing for me (they were). He was very kind and we corresponded sporadically until he died. My supervisor, his supervisor, and Max are all dead now. I think about each of them almost daily. “And so they are ever returning to us, the dead” The Emigrants.
The numbers are slightly different but otherwise that's pretty much my RFF experience. Brothers from another mother.I joined early in December 2004, so 21+ years ago. At that time I was 27 years old, now I'm soon 49. I'm not sure where all those year passed by? And I'm still rather bad at photographing...
Cheers,
Anders