Most photographers can become quite nostalgic when they talk about their first camera and without any previous warning they drown in magical distant childhood memories.
But not me. When I’m asked about my first camera I have to admit my story is quite lame, it only goes a
few years back and is not special or wondrous at all.
My beloved first camera entered my life sometime in 1999 and it wasn’t really mine.
As I got curious about photography I wanted to shoot a real 35mm SLR. I looked around in small camera stores (yes, these stores are not fictitious and they actually did exist once) but they were just too expensive for my modest budget.
So I complained and whined about it to a few of my online friends (as you can see I don’t actually have real life friends) and I guess I must have done quite a good job of whining since finally one of my online friends, Udi, told me he had an SLR camera, a Minolta SRT 101, which he was not planning on using anytime soon and if I really wanted it he was ready to let me borrow it.
Right away, before he could change his mind, I said I’ll take it.
I have the camera to this day.
Yes, yes, it’s true Udi said I could borrow it for a while, but I think after he saw how much I liked this camera, not to mention the wonderful pictures I sent him, he just didn’t have the heart to take it away from me.
And even though I now have many different cameras, SLRs, TLRs, box and toy cameras, this camera is still my very favorite camera and quite often I take it out on fun photo shoots.
I think this camera will always have a special place in my heart ♥ ♥ ♥