December 8, 2007
I recently found my old 35mm camera that I bought in high school to take a photography class. It is completely manual. I loved that camera and fought the push for digital for years because of it.
Then one fateful day I dropped it on the beach. It got sand in all of it’s delicate bits. It never worked the same again. Though I tried to will it to. I kept using it in spite of the crappy photos it was taking.
There is something about the sound the shutter made when you pushed the button that is lost on digital. And the way you had to use your thumb to push the lever and advance the film. I think it probably is a lot like the sound of typing on a manual typewriter. Or the ring of a telephone that sounded like a bell, and like the phone in everyone else’s house. Or associating the smell of coconut oil to a day at the beach. All things that won’t be a part of our children’s collective memories.
Though when I take 150 photos and end up with only 5 good ones, I am really thankful that I am not paying for film and developing anymore.
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