After a fun afternoon of small town thrifting with Foursie and my parents–if you don’t count the “heads” as fun, because I sure don’t…we went back to their farmlet for an amazing home cooked meal of white beans and ham, with the best corn cakes on the planet. (There was some green stuff, too. I ate it like a good girl.)
It’s okay to be envious. My mother has a way with southern food. I think my life began to spiral out of control when she stopped frying chicken the old-fashioned way. I kid, but it was that good and I miss it sometimes. Damn thee, healthy diets! Why did you have to go and ruin all the fun?
Back to the story: These are the days of our…No. Not that kind of story!
After seeing so much old-school cool in the antiques stores, I started to look a little more closely at the things my parents hold dear to them, and I noticed details I took for granted over the years. I spied the object of my photographic affection from across the room. I had my DSLR with me, so I began to shoot with only the light of two incandescent lamps. Just plain ole, everyday reading lamps and nothing else. Right where my parents keep them all the time. I didn’t move a thing. Honest.
The deets? Canon T3i; EFS 18-55mm IS II lens at 50mm; ISO 3200; f/5.6; no flash; cropped. That’s it. That is all.
The subject? Well, it came from one of my grandfather’s many collections:
They don’t make them like that any more, dear
readers reader. The brass details on this camera are exquisite. It is pretty fragile, so time has left it’s mark with a little dust and rust that I absolutely adore. I think it adds loads of character to the camera and to the shot. I remember admiring it on it’s former perch in my grandparent’s poker casino super cool party people place dining room, so some of that dust and rust is theirs.
Here’s where the story turns amazeballs: As the squirt and I packed up to head home, my father gave me this camera and another one, too. (It is an old Seneca.) I was speechless. I still am, but my fingers are working just fine!
Thank you, Dad. I will treasure these cameras, care for them and protect them in honor of you, in memory of Granddaddy, and with my children and their children always in mind. I love you!
P.S. (Your grandson came home from college Friday and he’s already laid his big mitts on both of them and started lobbying for future rights. Nerd. There is good news, it took an engineering student to figure it out, but the Seneca is now open all the way!)
Have a great week!