To All the Cameras I've Owned Before…

Morguefile photo courtesy Michael Rickler

My first camera was a used box camera that my parents helped me buy when I was 8 or 9. The cost of film (as well as the oddball film-size that became increasingly hard to buy)  meant it was short for my world...but not before running its paces through every trick in the "Trick Photography Book" I got from the Library. I was the hit of the cub scouts (for which my younger brother deserves kudos for being pressed into service as a model).

Then came the 110 camera for fifth and sixth grade. The "smallness" of the 110 was novel-y cool for the time, but the absolute crappy quality of the prints and enlargements never impressed me (even as a kid). It was only the fact that every other kid around me had the same style camera--slim little brick with a fixed focus lens (ditto btw on the suburban fad of the plastic molded skateboards of that era) that I kept it for so long.

Junior High (for you young'uns--now commonly referred to as "middle school" and attended a year earlier than junior high) gave me another dose of camera fever. Nothing but a 35mm SLR would do for me at this point,  and they weren't exactly cheap.  I was taking Vis Art electives in school and working on a skill badge in scouts related to photography, and I pled the case to my patient parents for a 35mm film SLR. My dad was my hero when he went out Christmas eve and came back with a set of boxes under the tree! A New FUJICA fully manual SLR, on camera cheapo flash unit, cases and gadget bag.

At that point, I became the "family photographer," constantly shooting anything and everything (often blurry and poorly exposed), but gaining confidence and quality through Junior high and into High School. It was also the first time that other kids (executive's kids that were 'better off' than a teacher's kid) showed up with equipment that was far better than mine. I think it as the first time I remember "holding my ground" on what I had and knowing that my dad worked hard for every cent. It provided me with my first opportunity to learn to ignore that nagging voice of camera-envy in my head, and blunting that tendency of so many to have equipment envy (or G.A.S [gear acquisition syndrome] as it is called in camera circles these days).

The old FUJICA was a camera that I would use for years and years-- in fact into college for my basic film photography classes—despite the fact that it was pretty much a "crappy camera" by most auteur's standards. I guess I learned to do with it what I needed. Compose, expose/shoot, develop.

Then came a string of faceless cameras that served mostly for the pragmatic purpose of capturing moments with family--Polaroid Instant Cameras, Consumer 'point-and-shoot' 35mm cameras, and the like. I vaguely recall at least one Vivitar and early Samsung in the mix. They seemed to lack any real characteristics that would imprint them on my psyche.

In the 90's came a camera that I will always remember. It was a gift from a friend who knew I wanted a TLR; a used TLR Rolleicord. I had always wanted a medium format film camera, and to this day I have to say the engineering on this relatively unassuming camera is one of my favorites.
I think—no for sure I know that its one of the finest cameras I've owned. It was a camera given in kindness, and enabling me to shoot and develop larger format negatives for the first time.

And then came the digital revolution! Along came another string of Digital Cameras that were each good for a while, and for what I wanted at the time. Kodak, Polaroid, GE, Olympus, Nikon, Canon (all PnS and Bridge cameras) followed by my Canon REBEL (which despite using to this day, I am now ready to part with btw). I still love and shoot with my 'hobbyist' Rebel (and it still ranks on the list of top cameras I've owned to this very day)… but …
I'd have to say that the Rolleicord is probably still my favorite overall cameras.

Not having shot with it since the mid-to-late 1990's, I have decide to part with it (although I vacillate between the idea of parting, and just having it near me for memories and inspiration). The eventual decision to sell it comes with the decision to part with anything— not because I don't love the camera, but I hope a collector who can use it more than I,  perhaps even cherish more if not as much, will do good by it. Clean it up and rework it a bit more while I accept the challenge in my life of trying to divest from quite so much "stuff" in  general.

I intend to focus on having one or two really solid cameras that I love and use constantly.

But what a camera!