Many, many photographs were taken with this camera. It has been with me for the past 11-years. Historically, I treated it as a bomb-proof utility machine, and not with the greatest of care. It traveled across the country several times -- on planes, on a bicycle -- and viewed the careful dynamics within many cities, friendships, and landscapes. Spatial & personal time compounded across various geographies.
Its inner simplicity, mechanical workings, components enclosed in a protective metal shell, the structural integrity couldn't last forever. Shooting a roll of Ektar in Gloucester a few weeks ago was its last. The camera back had been opening on a regular basis. The mechanism worn to a degree of random failure. Sometimes the light leaks and bursts of over-exposure were interesting. Though the after losing precious shots on the same roll -- one of a friend after he has won his race, detail shots of a new frame being cleaned and dialed while I caught up with the friend caring for it with precision -- it was now time to set it down.
All this reminds me of the fragility of film, ephemeral systems, sense memory. The lost photos were there, if briefly, joining many others that resisted the transfer to print.
Dedication portrait above with a 35mm of similar vintage, the Nikkormat FT.