Archived posting to the Leica Users Group, 2010/09/17
[Author Prev] [Author Next] [Thread Prev] [Thread Next] [Author Index] [Topic Index] [Home] [Search]OK, It's 1963 (I'm 13 years old) in Scottsdale AZ (before there were people there), My Dad brings home a really cheap (probably the cheapest) small plastic yellow box camera which I think had a flash cube one it. "Go shoot some pictures and then bring me the camera" (or something along that line). I think you got 12 shots (127) I blew 11 somehow and only one was printed. For some reason my Mother had those lousy negs and one print in her personal stuff which I found after she died in 1997. Maybe because the shot was of my younger sister. I recall breaking the camera soon after getting it and didn't pick up another one until high school which I think was a six 16 Kodak folder, and took some pretty nice shots that are long gone (I'm nowhere near as organized as Jim Nichols) His lovely shot inspired this post, and I'm positive the excitement is killing you! :-)) Full Frame: