In 1900, George Eastman had a Brownie.
In 1957, I had an Argus. Shot 12 on 620.
Basically, though, it was the same.
At a new school, the teacher asked,
“Anyone know about cameras?”
I raised my hand and got a Polaroid-
Model 80, no manual, just the camera.
Worked on EVs, a puzzle I figured out
Using school-supplied film.
After a while, I got good pix.
School Photographer, that was me.
An interrupt or two later, I had a Yashika.
Rangefinder, fixed lens, simple meter.
I was in Germany and used it a lot.
And stupidly left all the negatives
In my locker when I left for home.
Life can be cruel to the feckless.
Later, I shot for local print.
Pentax. We joked that no one
Over thirty could handle a screw-
Mount lens. Screw that.
I got a Nikon rangefinder, a gem that
I traded for a Nikkormat, an SLR.
I put many rolls of Tri-X through that cam.
And when I trained in camera repair,
I took it apart a couple of times, just
To put it back together again.
I still have it, but it’s up on a shelf
With all its gear and sometimes
Just sometimes I long to use it, but
I have a D3100 and three p&s units
That are sleek jets to that piper cub.
It’s still the same. It’s still the pix.
On the web, I saw some pix some guy
Shot on an old Argus TLR. Good stuff.
It’s not the camera, it’s the eye that
Sees that great shot and there it is.