Here at the end of the Earth it's basically impossible to get old cameras repaired, so I've accumulated a few spares. Actually I did need one, once. As for the rest, I'm obliged to give them a run from time to time. I should sell them before I die because they'll go to waste if I don't.
I can't help reminding myself that most of the world's great photos that I admire the most were made with basic cameras that would hardly be prized today.
Quite true, though also quite true that those photographers almost universally owned more than one camera, and those cameras are only “basic”, in hindsight, to us. At the time, generally, the cameras they owned were top shelf, even if they seem primitive today.
Our problem is that, unlike the past, we have a 100 years worth of camera production and advancement stretched out before us, and, since the introduction of digital, mostly these are cheap as chips, relatively speaking, though that has changed recently. For someone like me who grew up not being able to afford any single one of what I own and enjoy now, it’s been like someone left the door to the candy store open, and nobody’s around to stop me.
Also, for photographers in our distant past, the cameras which existed deep in their past were few in number, so, for them, there wasn’t much out there of historical interest for them to “collect”. For us, today, there’s the possibility of creating a museum, in whatever part of our homes our wives let us have, dedicated to the fascinating progression of technology over the last hundred years, how various engineering minds solved basic problems. It’s catnip to anyone with an inquisitive mind.
It’s all harmless, if perhaps a bit unwise on occasion, if it morphs from enjoyment to obsession.
People wandering around through the neighborhood, though, peeking into everyone else’s business and suggesting, that they “justify” their fun, that seems a bit churlish. Church ladies. (But you over there with 200 cameras, we need to talk
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