Sunday, 19 February 2012

my camera broke (my heart)

At the end of an otherwise lovely week, my luck ran out. It was a sunny day and I left the house to take pictures of some especially strange houses. I didn't even make it to the end of my street, however: my camera suddenly stopped working entirely. My favourite camera, the one that I found in my grandfather's wardrobe. Compared to my digital camera(s), this one has nothing but sentimental value - and yet I've taken most of my favourite pictures with it. I've always felt more comfortable with an analogue camera, anyway, and this one was especially easy to use. Boo boo boo.


  1. :( the worst. i was really sad when the battery for my dad's old minolta that he gave me died and then the battery cover was broken. i can't use it anymore.

    these photos are lovely though