Hello. My name is Leonore. I’m a camera addict. I haven’t had a new camera in at lea–
Oh, who the hell am I kidding? I’m not even remotely clean. I’m so far off the wagon, I’m in…well, I’m in something really far from a wagon.
I bought my Pentax 20 years ago as a combination birthday/college graduation present for myself. (Cue the seizure-inducing shock of realizing how long I’ve been out of college.) It was the start of my
sickness journey. I acquired several more cameras as I went along, even giving in to the lure of digital after holding out for a respectable amount of time.
Then Buzz and I started taking more pictures together. We enabled each other’s addiction shamelessly. He bought me the Zorki for my 40th birthday two years ago. Two days ago, he gave me part one of this year’s gift: the new lens for the Pentax, which was featured on my first Surrealism Sunday post.
Today, I got the Olympus. It’s a 35mm rangefinder, circa early-1960s. It’s some good stuff, man. Good stuff.
I’m not even remotely ready to admit there’s a problem. Sure, I take pictures alone. Sometimes I feel like I really need to take a picture. And so what if I can’t stop after just one shot? It’s not like I’m out on the street begging for film money. I have it under control. I can stop whenever I want to. Really. No, really. I just don’t want to yet. But I totally could. Probably. Maybe.
Well, I have to go now. There’s at least 21 more exposures in the new camera and I, uh, well I don’t want to, uh, just let the film go bad, y’know? What a waste that would be. Yeah, I’d better go take care of that now. Those daffodils are looking mighty photogenic right about now…
*Yes yes, the title was from Amy Winehouse.