Musings

My Three Half Frame Cameras – Canon Demi, Konica EYE, Olympus Pen EES

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Thoughts on the half frame film camera from Craig, and his experiences with the Canon Demi, the Konica EYE, and the Olympus Pen.

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Funeral for a Friend – an Obituary for My Dead Nikon L35AF

1991 1120 Jeb Inge

An obituary for Jeb’s dead Nikon L35AF, and musings on the importance of memories and having a decent camera to make them.

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A Day in the Life, as Seen Through a Yashica 35 MF

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Craig offers some thoughts on photography as a document of life, as seen through the Yashica 35 MF 35mm film camera.

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Photography – a Big and Beautiful Lie

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Craig Sinclair considers photography and the lies it tells, the lies we accept, and why he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Searching for Heimat with Kodak Film and a Nikon N60

1981 1114 Jeb Inge

The German language is many things. It can be stubborn, demanding, exacting and rigid. It can also be strangely elegant and beautiful. Easy, it is not. It’s spoken in three countries, and its dozens of…

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Why I Shoot Film (Even Though You Didn’t Ask)

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I bought a typewriter not long ago. If you look at Craigslist on a regular basis you’ll probably find one for cheap. When you find out the ink ribbon is old and dry you’ll discover…

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My Darkroom Ritual – Making Twenty-Six Prints in 2019

2800 1575 Cory Miller

The Ritual It’s late Sunday night and the wife and dog are asleep. A light snow is falling as I start a pot of coffee and pull from the bookshelf a binder of negatives. I…

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Photography versus Art, Rinse, Repeat

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Ansel Adams might have been the best photographer that ever was or ever will be. But he wasn’t an artist. A bold statement, and one that’s gotten me into trouble in the past. As argument, I offer…

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My Favorite Camera is Not My Best Camera, Nor is it My Favorite Camera

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I remember the little Italian-made camera my father gave me when I was seven or eight years old. I didn’t know it was Italian at the time. I’m not sure I even knew what “Italy”…

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