CAMERAS + PHOTOGRAPHERS = PHOTOS

 


My first ever camera was a little Kodak Brownie like this one.

One of the first pictures I took with my new Kodak Brownie was this one of my beloved and first ever parakeet, Tipi-Tin.

A few years later I wanted a camera that could take flash pictures allowing me to photograph people and things inside as well as out, so I asked Santa for this Kodak Starmite camera. 

One summer I decided to try using my Dad’s old bellows camera but I didn’t do well with it.  I kept forgetting to manually advance the film and was taking double – even triple – exposures all the time.  They were interesting, but not exactly what I was hoping for and I didn’t know it was happening until I had the film developed so much of what I thought I was getting preserved on film was not.  That was a ‘too bad’ summer.


Following the fiasco with Dad’s bellows camera, I bought myself Kodak’s skinny 110 model which worked much better.

Next up was Kodak’s Advantix 2000 which took even better pictures and I stuck with this model for a good while.

I finally joined the digital age in 2001 with this streamlined Kodak DC 4800 with zoom lens and no more need for film – just a flash card that could be used over and over.  I’ve had this camera ever since and it takes beautiful pictures.  Were I a serious photographer I’m sure I would have moved on to newer and better cameras.  But this gem suits me just fine doing everything I need without any confusing extras which, at my age, is a plus. J



If you chose to have your film developed as slides, then you could use Kodak’s Carousel Slide Projector to see your pictures on the big screen.  My Dad was a big fan of this in the 1960s. 

And now we come to my family of photographers:


Me taking a picture of my cousin Phyllis taking a picture of me taking a picture of her.

My cousin Phyllis taking a picture of me taking a picture or her taking a picture of me.

My cousin George taking a picture of me taking a picture of him taking a picture of me.  We actually started the business of taking pictures of each other taking pictures of each other and the rest of the family followed suit.

George’s sister, my cousin Marian, taking a picture of me taking a picture of her taking a picture of me.

Enough of that silliness.  Here's my brother with camera in hand taking a picture of grandchildren roasting marshmallows over a campfire.

My sister taking a picture of her husband trying to get up on a paddleboard for the first time and no, he didn’t make it this time, but he was successful later on.

My daughter taking a picture of folks going for a ride in cousin George’s boat at Lake Tahoe.

And last, here is me photographing my shadow on a granite wall.  I’m not sure which camera I was using?  I think it might have been the Kodak Starmite?

:-> 

La Nightingail 

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