:: inherited images ::

Shortly after my mom’s father passed away several years ago, we were cleaning out the basement of my grandparent’s house as we were helping move my grandmother out. As we went through the piles of papers and boxes of who-knows-what, we stumbled across Pop’s photography equipment. Although my mom had told me over the years that he had been interested in photography at had bought several cameras, I had never really thought much of it because that was before my time. We brought the box home and I had never taken the time to investigate it until recently when I was researching purchasing a Holga.


So I rescued the heavy box from the confines of the basement and started to dig through it. I found three cameras: one small camera, one huge, professional-quality one (I’ve dubbed it the “Monster”; it must weigh about 15lbs!), and another, older camera that looks like it was unfortunately damaged by a fire they had in their house at one point. Both the cameras that are in good condition are of Japanese manufacture, and the Monster has a ton of accessories: filters, a zoom lens, tripod (which I’ve used a lot with my digital--whatever works, right?), a Polaroid film adapter... Its kind of mind-boggling. Thankfully the user-guide is still with it and makes it a little less scary to approach. So all I’ve got to do is buy some film and start shooting.

I’m really looking forward to playing with my new toys. I feel like I’m finding a shared interest with Pop and connecting with him, even though he’s no longer here. I can’t help but think that I inherited my sense of artistic aesthetic and love of photography from him. So thanks Pop...

reading::a biography of victoria::
listening::the essential simon and garfunkel::
inspiration::some girls wander::