I’ve been very fortunate in that people like to gift me vintage cameras. I don’t know if it’s just a find in their garages or attics and rather than toss it in the trash bin, they would like to find it a home – they know me well enough to know how much I will treasure it – or perhaps there is some other reason that I am not privy to – but no matter the reason they give me this precious gift, I am always beyond grateful and always touched deeply at their kindness and generosity.
I wonder and wish I could know what lives those cameras have had before me. Where have they been, who has held them, what have they seen. I imagine all kinds of stories of mystery and passion, and crazy beautiful landscapes that I may never see and events long since passed; perhaps even some that were written about in books or poems or songs. There is indeed magic in something that personal and something that old. I can feel it every time I hold one of those beautiful cameras in my own hands.
A couple of years ago, I was gifted a lovely old Kodak Duaflex. I’ve only used it once and I’m sad about that. I am promising myself to take it out again for a day very soon. The pictures below are from that one shoot.