Nikon Coolpix 950

After my first camera, the Olympus Trip 35 (see yesterday), I advance, as it is commonly regarded, to a single lens reflex camera. Happy as I was with Olympus, my first SLR is another Olympus, OM 10. And I have an OM 40, both with various advantages and disadvantages. Thus, actually, I have at least one more of each, in one case due to some magical red toned spot colouring of randomly chosen negatives.

When my crush for Olympus fades, my new favourite is Minolta, and I have no interest in the emerging wave of auto-focus. I bring the manually focusing X-700 with me on a journey coast to coast, to coast, to coast, of Canada - yes! by train all the way, from Halifax westward to Vancouver Island, then back and up north to Churchill, down again, and east to Toronto.

Unfortunately, the aperture get stuck on maximum opening, but I still have the shutter to get the right exposure. Catching telegraph/telephone poles along the railway turns out to be a major challenge, and I burn plenty of film in my attempts.

So, back home I build me a dilemma: repair, or go digital. And I stick with modern consumerism.

The camera turns out to be very slow in processing an exposure to the memory card. What I love with my digital debut is the swivel between the viewfinder screen and the lens, allowing for operating the camera at waist level, and also easily controlling closeups at ground level. Ever after I have trouble with holding any kind of camera up to my face.


my first digital camera
the new shapes of pleasure
and pain