Images of Our Lives
I went shopping for a microwave and bought a camera. I also bought the microwave.
My Uncle Frank gave me a Polaroid as a gift. Like the one Jim Garner used to hawk on TV.
It’s red and matches my dishes, cups and crockpot. The camera is black with a zoom lens of 42x, as the box tells me.
I’ve owned cameras before. My Uncle Frank gave me a Polaroid as a gift just like the one Jim Garner used to hawk on TV. Loved it when I was a teenager. Then, in college I carted around a disc camera and eventually just used disposables. An old girlfriend gave me a small digital camera a few years back but I packed it away and instead used the cameras on my phones.
The phone cameras have gotten better, but I decided living in the Mountain West I wanted to get serious about photography. I don’t have a hobby, but find I like taking pictures. The camera on the phone can take some nice shots and then it’s simple uploading them to Google+ and Facebook, however. I’d like to see what I can do with a serious zoom that doesn’t compromise when it comes to resolution. I’ve got too many mountain pictures that look washed out.
My brother had professional photography skills. Before taking a job overseas, he had a knack for images of street life. One day, my mother gave me a box of old film cameras. Professional film cameras. She explained they had belonged to Matt. He telephoned me one day not long after she died and I explained I had his equipment. “What cameras?” he asked. He claimed they weren’t his and when he died six years ago I gave away the contents to a thrift shop.
Between us and a few hundred readers, if I was independently wealthy I’d become a photographer and travel the United States and Canada taking pictures. Maybe it’s time for a GoFundMe account.