I was sorting through the junk drawer yesterday and among the amass of birthday candles, spare keys, and batteries, I found a couple rolls of 35mm film. I knew what they were from, my husband has indefinitely borrowed an Olympus OM-1 from his dad, the same camera used to capture his memories back in the day. We've taken the camera on trips the past couple years, but what was on the rolls I had no idea.
Every time we get a roll of film developed from this camera, I'm blown away. I vow to use it more often, but with it comes the annoyance of manually focusing, no instant gratification screen, and the pain of developing film (not too many drugstores have 1hour photo anymore), and my excitement fades. But in this day and age where instagram and photoshop can make any picture look like it was taken from an Olympus OM-1, there's beauty in owning a gem that can originate coolness all on its own. I think that's worth the inconvenience and I pledge here and now to use the camera more often and make a series on the results. The dot on all the pictures must be some dust in the lens.
