My first digital camera. Lovely, sleek design. Sometime in the late ’90s I decided digital had come of age and bought this 2MP beauty for something like $700 for family snapshots. That summer I had an epiphany with it on the beach at dawn, realizing how much better modern cameras with auto-focus were than my match-needle, fresnel-screen, manual-focus SLRs and soon I had switched to higher end digital cameras, sticking with Minolta (I had an srT101, an XE-7 and a couple of xD-11s) and getting the Dimage A1, a 5MP all-in-one that I loved, and then their first DSLR the 7D, now both long gone.
I don’t remember where I picked this up but I actually used to shoot with it. In fact, in 7th grade, when I was 11 or 12, I shot pictures of Greenwich Village with it for a group school report. Entirely manual and un-metered and, probably with some minor holes in the bellows I got some nice big foggy, low-contrast negatives on Kodak 120 film with it.
In my desperation to find subjects worthy of photographing around the house, I’m turning to my collection of old cameras.
The photographer, sitting on the wet pavement, was reviewing his images with his dog on the back of what looks to be a Canon. I told him, “now this is a shot!”
Went to see The B-Side a couple of weeks ago, a documentary by Errol Morris about Elsa Dorfman’s photography (mostly) with the 20 x 24″ Polaroid camera, shown here with friend Woyman.