I remember the first time…
I purchased a camera,
It was a disposable one; bought to be taken and thrown away.
That flimsy cheapskate, I took on a Year Nine bus excursion to Adelaide -
Photos of friends, felines (seals, we went to the zoo) and feet (nail polish and toe rings were big back then!).
I remember getting these snapshots developed and sticking them up on my wall, for a moment I was cool (ahem… ;p )
My second camera was a small, second-hand “Sony” with a sling that I held on to like a clutch.
That one, I took black-and-white photos with; nostalgic, chronologuing my puberty years: first crushes, family events in the backyard, and of course “selfies” before they were a thing!
My third camera… a Canon SLR…
Oh, how I fell in love with her; sleek, strong and two lenses to capture the micro and macro views of history - the ultimate accessory!
I also wore her like a handbag; it's all I needed for a time —
This one captured my love of sunrises and sunsets - divine.
I haven't worn her lately…
The journey that I've had with my eyes has taken me by surprise,
And grief ~ yes I am now naming it ~ has made the lenses not seem as clear, crisp…captivating —
Is it time to take her out again and open the shutters once more?!
Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 4:06 PM UTC
I remember the first time…
I purchased a camera,
It was a disposable one; bought to be taken and thrown away.
That flimsy cheapskate, I took on a Year Nine bus excursion to Adelaide -
Photos of friends, felines (seals, we went to the zoo) and feet (nail polish and toe rings were big back then!).
I remember getting these snapshots developed and sticking them up on my wall, for a moment I was cool (ahem… ;p )
My second camera was a small, second-hand “Sony” with a sling that I held on to like a clutch.
That one, I took black-and-white photos with; nostalgic, chronologuing my puberty years: first crushes, family events in the backyard, and of course “selfies” before they were a thing!
My third camera… a Canon SLR…
Oh, how I fell in love with her; sleek, strong and two lenses to capture the micro and macro views of history - the ultimate accessory!
I also wore her like a handbag; it's all I needed for a time —
This one captured my love of sunrises and sunsets - divine.
I haven't worn her lately…
The journey that I've had with my eyes has taken me by surprise,
And grief ~ yes I am now naming it ~ has made the lenses not seem as clear, crisp…captivating —
Is it time to take her out again and open the shutters once more?!
I have some of my photos framed on my walls - a series of doors across Italy. Some hang on friends’ walls. Others are clipped on a piece of string inside a huge blue frame above my barista bar. Memories everywhere.
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