MikeSeb
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As I have posted here a few times I guess it's time to introduce myself. I apologize for the breach of etiquette.
Others here have spoken fondly of photography as a "curse" or "affliction", and I must admit that's true! My disease began at around age 8, probably transmitted from a kindly neighbor who let me use his darkroom and didn't get mad even when I opened a fresh box of his 8x10 paper with the lights on!
My first camera was a Zeiss Ikon Contina, purchased for $7 used. No rangefinder, meter nonfunctional, sharpest lens I've ever used. Sadly, this little gem also imparted to me my first physics lesson: camera + gravity + concrete + 8 yr old clumsiness = traumatic camera disassembly. I was heartbroken. Nevertheless, I kept taking pictures with anything I could find; the disease smoldered, relapsing and remitting, but never cured.
Everyone knows that you can't make a living as a photographer (g), so I wound up in medicine, where you can make a very good living at a high cost to the soul. Just when I thought I'd completely shaken the silver intoxication, it returned. I have simply given up fighting it these last few years.
I have tried all the remedies--Hanimex, Nikon, Kowa, Pearl River (!), Sinar, Contax 645, even--gasp!--D70. The film cameras get the most use. Must be the masochist in me. Even dusted off my F3, which I came within a hair's breadth of selling on eBay for a pittance. Back from the brink--the doc shakes his head and tosses the bullet into the pan like Doc on "Gunsmoke", the patient lives.
Thanks for indulging this rambling intro. If you want to check out a sample of what I've done, click here. Looking forward to getting to know you all here.
Others here have spoken fondly of photography as a "curse" or "affliction", and I must admit that's true! My disease began at around age 8, probably transmitted from a kindly neighbor who let me use his darkroom and didn't get mad even when I opened a fresh box of his 8x10 paper with the lights on!
My first camera was a Zeiss Ikon Contina, purchased for $7 used. No rangefinder, meter nonfunctional, sharpest lens I've ever used. Sadly, this little gem also imparted to me my first physics lesson: camera + gravity + concrete + 8 yr old clumsiness = traumatic camera disassembly. I was heartbroken. Nevertheless, I kept taking pictures with anything I could find; the disease smoldered, relapsing and remitting, but never cured.
Everyone knows that you can't make a living as a photographer (g), so I wound up in medicine, where you can make a very good living at a high cost to the soul. Just when I thought I'd completely shaken the silver intoxication, it returned. I have simply given up fighting it these last few years.
I have tried all the remedies--Hanimex, Nikon, Kowa, Pearl River (!), Sinar, Contax 645, even--gasp!--D70. The film cameras get the most use. Must be the masochist in me. Even dusted off my F3, which I came within a hair's breadth of selling on eBay for a pittance. Back from the brink--the doc shakes his head and tosses the bullet into the pan like Doc on "Gunsmoke", the patient lives.
Thanks for indulging this rambling intro. If you want to check out a sample of what I've done, click here. Looking forward to getting to know you all here.
