A real picture.

I’ve always enjoyed photography, it’s something that stimulates so many emotions and creates something that outlasts the moment captured, whatever that is.

Like everything these days the technology and equipment has improved and on the surface becomes a better thing for anyone who loves taking a piccy.

The digital camera is a wonderful thing, I owe lots to mine. But without having handled a real camera in my teens I doubt I’d have a passion for photography.

I’ve gone back to the future and invested in a film 35mm camera. It’s more than just an item though; it’s not far from realising a dream! I always lusted after a Canon A1, it was well out of the reach of my pocket money though, I did get to use my brothers one a few times and even have the pictures somewhere to prove it. That’s the thing with a photo it is only truly a photo when printed. The digital age encourages us to shoot hundreds of pics, but how many ever end up being a photograph?

The excitement I’m feeling at taking 36 shots is beyond words, the whole experience from winding on the barrel of film into the mechanism inside the black metal body of the Canon to selecting and thinking through every shot before I press the button. The pleasure doesn’t end there, then I’ll have to wait for the film to be developed, despite all the thought put in to each shot I already know that I’ll look at the prints and have that I forgot I took that pic moment, I could leave the films for a few months to be developed just to add to my pleasure?

People have forgotten what it’s like to wait for things in this instant access age. I am looking forward to going back to the future.