Time Marches On
Today marks the second day since I last saw my youngest. I know he is in a good place venturing off to new heights. No mother should complain when their kids are off to school. It is all good, I remind myself, it is all good. I have come to the realization that I have been building a beautiful relationship with a camera. I've been walking around with it hanging off my neck. In the end, pictures are the things we are left with. They bring anyone joy, sadness, comfort, and anger. I've heard so many times that the "best camera is the one you have with you." I disagree. For me, the best camera is a camera and not a phone. Looking through a viewfinder and manually focusing is the best feeling in the world. I love transferring my photos onto a computer where I can then print them out. Anyway, my point is that I have found solace in a camera. And to make matters more interesting, it's a camera I have always been intimidated by: a Leica.
