M y husband and I are geeks. We really are. We both get entirely too excited by things that other people would just think 'oh whatever'. So, when he was given his dad's old camera from
As we were looking it up online and seeing just what an industry standard it was back when the Beatles were what everyone wanted to take a photo of... I was seeing £££ just how much we could make if we SELL all of these old things to help us move, The Mr., of course, was seeing all the great photos we can take and, of course, all the other things we can BUY to go with it.
Once upon a time I had a brilliant camera in an 'unbroken by removals men' state. The Mr. bought it for my birthday years ago and I never had time to really use it so it was an amazing camera sitting in a photographer bag in my wardrobe. I also had a collapsible reflector screen, though, that we'd bought back then, it was HUGE so it was never kept with the camera so honestly, we just forgot about it. Until...
Well, the Mr. decided what a great thing to bring with us to use with his dad's old camera! It wasn't raining, as it had been predicted by the Met Office, but it did keep getting cloudy off and on so why not bring it? We
Well, I should probably explain all the camera gear. It is seriously the sort of camera a photo-journalist in the war would have used... circa 1960's... very old, very heavy, solid metal, could survive a nuclear blast (my husband is pretty certain of this but I am not willing to test his theory so we’ll leave it at that).
The case is one of those massive (BIG) hard cases for travelling by plane. I'm not entirely certain if we know all there is to know about his dad after seeing this.
It has a telephoto lens (big lens for capturing image of distant subject), a wide angle lens and a macro lens (takes close up picture of small object). He also had an analogue light meter (manual instrument for telling you what settings to use for your camera), a range finder for people whose sight is not so great (a manual instrument for finding the distance of the subject), a steel tripod which has seen better days. It is heavy, old, and rusty. And also a dust blower (for removing dust from delicate lenses) so old the rubber is perishing... all of these things are from the 60s and if I'm honest, they are cool and far better made than anything you can buy nowadays.
So, we decided to walk to some beautiful flower gardens not far from us to get some amazing pictures of my most beautiful, Little Poppet. I was so excited! I packed food for her; extra clothing just in case she needed a change of clothing for the photo shoot, and really, that already translates to a pushchair (stroller to people in the USA) packed full so the Mr. had to carry the massive case and his rucksack that had all the other kit for the camera. We looked very professional. Of that, I am certain. I can't recall if I'd brushed my hair, but I do know that I always, without fail, brush my teeth every day. So, off we went.
When we got to the flowers we saw the first problem. A family with a dog. Pet dander. Little Poppet's arch nemesis. We'd have no choice but to find a different location. Well, being the
We went up the hill and decided that it was still pretty, though the clothing Little Poppet was in, was greens and browns to stand out with all the colour of the flowers behind her, whereas now she would be blending in a bit more. No worries, she's beautiful and well, we could always sell them in 'Where's Little Poppet' books if nothing else.
So, out comes our fleece blanket, we thought this would work well to sit on the grass as we don't have a picnic style blanket anymore. It is beige so it sort of blended in fairly well. I took Little Poppet out of her pushchair and had her sit on the blanket. She didn't want to sit on the blanket. That means, she didn't sit on the blanket. No matter how much I begged, pleaded, wrestled her to the ground, she simply would not sit down on the blanket. By now the fleece blanket had shown how much like velcro it is when placed on grass and twigs and whatever else there was there and so the option of her sitting down was all but lost.
No worries, we're
Right, so we did need the reflector since Little Poppet was more interested in the ground than anything else when she was
She did hold it, for a millisecond. Then she threw it on the ground. I went to grab it but she beat me to it and started sort of dancing/jumping on it. This was really great, the grass and twigs are really great for it. I could just put it with the fleece blanket and have a prop that basically looked like a tree. At this point, the Mr. was just taking photos of she and I and our state of chaos. Oh, and he was alternating between laughing at us and being stressed because nothing was resembling anything like what he'd hoped when we left home. That and the number of people watching seemed to have increased.
At this point I
I picked up the reflector and was going to fold it back up to put it into the case. I don't know why I thought I'd be able to do that when I can't put Little Poppet's collapsible tent back. I tried everything I could to get it back down to fit the case with no luck. At this point, I was nearly crying and the Mr. was so embarrassed he just wanted to get out of there. So, he took the flying saucer and I took my now muddied daughter and put her back into her pushchair. We walked back home, the entire way, with a blanket covered in grass and twigs and a massive reflector, the size of a window, along with a bullet proof metal case the size of a suit case.
Only one thing could have made our day more perfect and upon arriving home we were so very blessed that the Mr. had indeed made sure of it. He’d forgotten his keys so we were locked out. No worries, he can just climb in one of our bathroom windows and come let us in. Of course I was thrilled to get to hold all of our gear at the front door for 15 minutes while I waited for him.
Oh and I’ll get back to you on what pictures we got. Just need to finish out the roll of film and you know… save up £60 get them developed.