Tuesday, August 16, 2016
Old Film Cameras are for Young People
I just deleted a big complaint. Good for you. It was clever, but it was stupid.
I bought a comb for the cat. She loves it. I didn't think she would, but it paralyzes her. She will lie still for as long as I will comb her. She won't move, afraid that I will quit, I guess. I am a horrible man. Why didn't I get her a comb years ago? It is good for me. I don't have to get her dander on my hands and I comb off a lot of what probably makes me sneeze. She loves me more than ever now, and I guess in a way it is good that I have waited to get her a comb. Her life just keeps getting better. I probably just added two years to her life.
Good thinking, there.
I have to remember to do this for people, too. I will get them a comb and make their lives better. They will love me.
I have a couple hell weeks at the factory, then I am ready to take a long weekend trip. Tell me where. Quebec? The shore? NYC? Nashville?
Yes, Nashville. I've never been and I want to go. Remember, this is just one long weekend. Tell me if Nashville is a good thing. I know Quebec would be. I need to see something old and something new. Let me know.
I got a new part for my Polaroid processor yesterday. There will be some 8x10 things coming soon, I think. I am percolating ideas. Meanwhile, the fellow who made my Black Cat Liberator has it back for repair but hasn't said a thing about it all week. I see from his website that he has put a rare old lens on a digital camera and is shooting with that. Oh, yea, John, that's the ticket. Sell me on an expensive film camera and then go digital.
He is right, though. I may sell off all the film cameras and do that myself. When I bought my house, the old fellow who sold it to me said, "Old houses are for young people." I'm starting to think the same thing about film.