This little camera was one of my first real cameras. I think it was a gift when I was around 11 or 12.
I was obsessed with photography, you can see this from the marks aside the lens. These are the remnants of velcro strips which I attached to fix on my home made filters – plastic and coloured acetate.
Having recently started shooting film again, I thought I’d bring this one back into service. I’m planning on making the film currently inside the first I develop myself at home. Perhaps some of the results will make it online.
This camera brings mixed feelings for me. As well as being my first proper camera, it’s also the last camera I used between the my teens and my mid thirties.
I used it for a photography project at a youth organisation. Part of this meant receiving feedback on images I’d taken. I remember taking in my little book of prints to show the class. I was especially proud of a couple of shots and waited with great anticipation for the leader’s comments. Unfortunately for me, these comments were not altogether positive. And constructive criticism was more than my 12 year old mind could handle.
I don’t think I lifted up a camera much again, for the next 20 years.
In my thirties, I began taking photos with a phone and reveived encouragement, especially from my wife, to start shooting again. This has developed into a fulfiling hobby accompanied by a thicker skin to critics.
Sometimes I get to speak to groups of children about photography and I take the opportunity to encourage them to keep going despite knock backs.