Years ago I bought what I considered to be THE camera. I made the choice with my heart and completely ignored my head which I am sure would have made a guy named Ramsey cast judgment upon me.
I had earned the money from a project that took everything from me creatively and left me in doubt of my skillset - one I had cultivated for my entire young adulthood which left a chink in my armor that I still wear to this day.
Since that purchase, I have spent countless hours behind the lens, thousands of dollars on film and developing and have taken my fair share of bad shots that left me frustrated yet undeterred.
I remember as a child I wanted a pair of Jordans though I knew it we could not afford them. However, my mom put them on layaway and paid little by little every week until the day she brought them home and gave them to me - stating they better make me run faster and jump higher.
They didn’t and THE camera wasn’t going to make me create better pictures either but I wouldn’t hesitate to make both purchases all over again any day of the week and twice on Sunday.
I would be remiss not to mention another reason for the purchase. I wanted to buy something meaningful that would be passed down to my future child - an heirloom and a reminder of me long after I am gone with hopes he will capture his children with it one day as I have.
