My 35 millimeter camera (I’m a film camera dinosaur, not into digital yet!) has come off its dusty spot on the top of my bookcase and found its way into my hands again.
It’s weight is substantial, but that feels the way a camera should to me — serious and worthy of special care and attention in my hands. Digital cameras definitely serve a purpose for vacation snapshots (and it’s on my list to get a little one for those trips to the beach), but I haven’t crossed over to the digital age, yet!
As a motivator to get some exercise, I have been using my camera as a tool to get me out of the house, away from the computer and into the world of those who exercise. If I take my camera with me, I can pretend I’m out for fun and not for the required cardiovascular work-out my 40-something body needs more and more (as I see the pounds creeping on in a way I never did in my 30s).
But with my Nikon in hand, I feel more like the old me than I have in while. I feel some purpose, but I’m not sure what it is. I do love the relative immediacy of taking photographs over the months it sometimes takes to see what I’ve written get published.
As Rachel speeds down the sidewalk on her tricycle, I ask her to stop so I can inspect some potential shot, looking at the light and the shadows, trying to decide whether it will make a good framed picture or notecard. She seems amused, as do the people at MotoPhoto, who don’t need to ask my last name anymore when I bring in the film for developing, only curious as to whether I want “singles or doubles, glossy or matte?”
I’m not exactly sure what I’m looking for, but putting a little visual creativity back into my life has definitely been a positive thing.
I’m certainly no Ansel Adams or Henri Cartier-Bresson, but their photos, their art, inspire me and I’m trying to find a way to mine that to bring some more creativity into my writing, my parenting and my life.