What’s better than to do some journaling on the balcony on a nice summer evening?
Shot with my new (to me) Canon A1.
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Nice :)
Now, on an almost unrelated subject, I must ask you: what book is that next to your journals? A few years ago, I would also have asked you what lens is that but I gave on photography a while ago and would not want to be too much of a bother ;)
The book is also photography related, I apologise. It’s a book about the canon A1, basically a glorified manual, written by a German author in the 70s. The book is very useful, but he author gushes about the camera more than a paid YouTube influencer today.
The lens should be the Canon FD 50mm 1.8, a very good lens, but I have my eye on the 50mm 1.4 and 55mm 1.2 S.C.C.
but he author gushes about the camera more than a paid YouTube influencer today.
:)
The lens should be the Canon FD 50mm 1.8, a very good lens, but I have my eye on the 50mm 1.4 and 55mm 1.2 S.C.C.
Thx!
I was a a Nikon and a Konica (rangefinder) guy myself, when I used film. As a matter of fact, my first 'real' camera was a Nikon one a photographer friend gave me when I was still a kid, back in the late 70s early 80s. It was a Nikon FE SLR body with a 55 Micro Nikkor F2.8 AIS lens.
The guy was a pro that traveled the world and he quite fancied kid-me as I was so much into photography, with my tiny plastic toy camera, always wanting to come along with him and learn all I could from him (he regularly took me with him to go to expositions). One day, we were at his place just the two of us (back then, things were much simpler) I was 'helping' him in the dark room (I was mostly watching him work and listening to his explanations, only doing the simplest tasks like hanging the wet prints or press a button here and there). We stepped out of the dark room and he asked me to have a look at my toy camera, which I happily let him do as I imagined he would show me some new cool stuff I could use. Instead, he thanked me before putting the camera in one of his bags, he opened another of his many Nikon bags (which he also gave me, that same day) and handed me the camera end the lens, telling me these may help me learn good habits much quicker. (It did.) He also gave me a Nikon flash, some batteries and plenty Ilford and Kodak B&W, plus a few slide films too, telling me I would be allowed to use his darkroom when I wanted too provided he was there and not too busy. He then asked if I agreed to us exchanging our gear for good, as it was something photographers could do from time to time. I was not 11, I admired him like more than anyone else and I believed him, I had no idea the value of what he just gave me. I happily agreed. He then showed me how the camera worked, and how to use it. And using it, I fucking did.
We stayed in touch for decades he and I. If he never admitted it openly I'm pretty sure he bought the gear just for me while he was doing a shoot somewhere in Japan (he was not really the 50mm type of photographer, but he knew I was quite intrigued with macro and with street photography back then so a 55 macro lens was kinda a good mix between the two). No matter the gear I have owned since then, I never quit using this lens... up until it finally broke one last time and could not be fixed anymore, maybe a decade ago.
Since then, I've given away almost all my photographic gear (I moved to sketching/painting) but this lens is one of the three non-book objects on display in my bookshelves (space is really precious and reserved to books). It's beaten up beyond belief (it was built like a tank) but it's also filled with memories and it reminds me of that amazing dude I was so lucky to meet when I was a child (nice adults were kinda not usual for kid-me).
Enough nostalgia, I think we will all agree ;)
Damn I should get into film. I occasionally shoot on my Fuji XS10. Even digital is enough friction that I’m lazy and I don’t take it out as often as I like. But film is beautiful and I would love to learn the art form.
I’ve been shooting on a manual focus lens, which I got to save money. I could probably justify the upgrade but now I’m thinking if I upgrade I lose all my manual focus skill.
This is kinda just me rambling, but my friend is working on a website that maps out all the places you can develop film. https://fsd-en9.pages.dev/
Through coincidence I got my hands on an old SLR, and while cumbersome and expensive, („Portra 400 is too damn expensive!!!“) filmphotography rekindled my my joy in photography.
Thanks for the link, seems handy!
Is the perspective messing with me, or is the table hanging half over the railing?
Perspective. The railing is on the upper side of the picture. The balcony walls are glass. ;)
nice! What's do you use each notebook for?
I have my yearly planner for, well planning. Appointments, vacation and stuff like that.
The other one is my journal. I try to put my thoughts of different topics into essay style entries.
I also have a small pocket notebook for notes. I try to bring it always with me, but honestly fail to do so pretty often.
Nice :)
Now, on an almost unrelated subject, I must ask you: what book is that next to your journals? A few years ago, I would also have asked you what lens is that but I gave on photography a while ago and would not want to be too much of a bother ;)
The book is also photography related, I apologise. It’s a book about the canon A1, basically a glorified manual, written by a German author in the 70s. The book is very useful, but he author gushes about the camera more than a paid YouTube influencer today.
The lens should be the Canon FD 50mm 1.8, a very good lens, but I have my eye on the 50mm 1.4 and 55mm 1.2 S.C.C.
:)
Thx!
I was a a Nikon and a Konica (rangefinder) guy myself, when I used film. As a matter of fact, my first 'real' camera was a Nikon one a photographer friend gave me when I was still a kid, back in the late 70s early 80s. It was a Nikon FE SLR body with a 55 Micro Nikkor F2.8 AIS lens.
The guy was a pro that traveled the world and he quite fancied kid-me as I was so much into photography, with my tiny plastic toy camera, always wanting to come along with him and learn all I could from him (he regularly took me with him to go to expositions). One day, we were at his place just the two of us (back then, things were much simpler) I was 'helping' him in the dark room (I was mostly watching him work and listening to his explanations, only doing the simplest tasks like hanging the wet prints or press a button here and there). We stepped out of the dark room and he asked me to have a look at my toy camera, which I happily let him do as I imagined he would show me some new cool stuff I could use. Instead, he thanked me before putting the camera in one of his bags, he opened another of his many Nikon bags (which he also gave me, that same day) and handed me the camera end the lens, telling me these may help me learn good habits much quicker. (It did.) He also gave me a Nikon flash, some batteries and plenty Ilford and Kodak B&W, plus a few slide films too, telling me I would be allowed to use his darkroom when I wanted too provided he was there and not too busy. He then asked if I agreed to us exchanging our gear for good, as it was something photographers could do from time to time. I was not 11, I admired him like more than anyone else and I believed him, I had no idea the value of what he just gave me. I happily agreed. He then showed me how the camera worked, and how to use it. And using it, I fucking did.
We stayed in touch for decades he and I. If he never admitted it openly I'm pretty sure he bought the gear just for me while he was doing a shoot somewhere in Japan (he was not really the 50mm type of photographer, but he knew I was quite intrigued with macro and with street photography back then so a 55 macro lens was kinda a good mix between the two). No matter the gear I have owned since then, I never quit using this lens... up until it finally broke one last time and could not be fixed anymore, maybe a decade ago.
Since then, I've given away almost all my photographic gear (I moved to sketching/painting) but this lens is one of the three non-book objects on display in my bookshelves (space is really precious and reserved to books). It's beaten up beyond belief (it was built like a tank) but it's also filled with memories and it reminds me of that amazing dude I was so lucky to meet when I was a child (nice adults were kinda not usual for kid-me).
Enough nostalgia, I think we will all agree ;)