I did a little digging today and found some more cameras.
They are:
Argus 75, which was made between 1949 and 1958. Uses 620 or shaved 120 film, I guess. Hoping to try it out! I really need to start making money...
Argus 100 35mm, which is just a point and click camera. I believe it's from the late 80s. I literally can't find ANYTHING about it on the internet. (I don't think it's anything special, though.) There's also a flash and a case with it... I don't know if it ever even got used. There are some coupons along with its box that say they expired in 1988. Sheesh.
Vivitar cv35. It's PURPLE as well as TRANSLUCENT! I think this was actually my first camera that was my very own, if I'm not mistaken. Plastic, point and shoot, built-in flash, no extra parts (i.e. lens caps etc.)- perfect for a 6-ish year old girl. I found a roll of film in it, which I rolled back into its canister before removal... mostly. The darn thing was making so much noise that I couldn't tell if it was done or not. It really struggled with the film take-up. I ended up opening the camera before I'd rolled up the film all the way. Hopefully some of the old pictures are saved, if at all possible. I wonder what's on there... I guess we shall see.
Anyway, sorry for the random camera babble. It's spring and getting pretty outside again, therefore I want to take pictures again. I went to the grocery store today with my dad, so I dropped off the 3 rolls of film I had (2 that I took yesterday with dad's SLR and the one from the vivitar that I found today). Overnight processing, so hopefully I'll be able to go back and pick them up tomorrow.
I analyzed a poem in English today. Evidently, I understood the meaning exactly as the poet had meant it. (I know this because after she asked us to suggest what it meant, and I offered the only explanation of anyone in the class, our teacher pulled out a book and read the words of the poet regarding the poem.)
Ezra Pound's
"In a Station of the Metro"
The apparition of these faces of the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
(That's it. That's the entire poem. 14 words long... 20 if you count the title.)
So that was cool. I think I became the star pupil for the day. Normally my teacher kind of... well, she doesn't generally like my ideas about things and so she mostly just ignores them with a "hm" and moves on to other things. It felt pretty good to be acknowledged, weirdly enough.
Nothing else really happened. I just talked and thought a lot about cameras.
I have the perfect birthday gift idea for the boyfriend!
(Too bad his birthday is not until September...)
I deem this post long enough. Goodnight, everyone.
-Norah!
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wow, i know absolutely nothing about cameras, other than the fact mine's old, doesn't work well and eats up batteries =][i also know nothing about poetry, but we won't touch on this topic]
ReplyDeleteMeh, I only know the stuff I know because I can read, haha. It says right on the front of the ones I have the types they are.
ReplyDeletePoetry was just a lucky guess but still nice for once. Haha.
how come you have all these cameras lying about?
ReplyDeleteMy family is a family of picture-takers, I guess. (Although photo albums from my childhood would say otherwise...)
ReplyDeleteI know all of the cameras that are in the house (minus maybe that weird plastic argus and the antique which was a gift) have been useful to someone in my family at some point in time. I didn't like disposable cameras, I remember that. Still don't.
So you're implying that you want to sell the photos that you will take? Sounds like a plan. Good luck with that. :]
ReplyDeleteAnd I don't fully understand the meaning of that poem...
I am not implying that, actually? My photos are purely for my enjoyment and maybe that of other people who are interested in seeing it.
ReplyDeleteOh I see... no, by making money I meant I need to make money elsewhere in order to buy film for the cameras/develop. Haha. Sorry about the confusion.
And we kind of broke it down word by word, basically Ezra pound noticed the beauty of individual faces in a crowd in the Metro in Paris, so he wanted to write a poem about it.