Express No Local

I have this terrible habit of collecting cameras only for them to sit decoratively on my shelves like trophies I haven't earned. They sit lined up, facing away from the wall as if they've seen decades of use and finally get to rest their bones (gears) in a retirement well-earned. But their history doesn't exist, at least not with me. I've somehow collected them through friends, family and odd jobs here and there where the currency was some old camera the guy had no use for anymore. They sit up there to serve as visual reminders that "I am  a photographer!" but that's it.  I think that I've felt somehow too daunted to play around with them; that they were too delicate, that I wasn't unsure how the photos would turn out; that X, Y or Z yadda yadda yadda. Just excuses.  If I'm to start using and appreciating any of the cameras in my collection, I think it must be my Olympus OM-2. This was my parents camera (sort of). In January of 2020,  I was in...

I could just jump into it (the writing), but as the inaugural post  I think that I should begin with a few things. Firstly, I don't believe that many (if any) people will be given access to this blog (🤮). This exists mainly as a semi-anonymous Public Journal for me to explore different topics and hobbies in a medium that isn't just the pen and paper journal that sits at the bottom of my backpack. As I try to spend less and less time Online (er, on social media), I figured that a private blog would scratch the same itch that sharing 3-5 stories on Instagram scratches. The likelihood that my friends and family read these words (hey) is high because I have an almost clinical inability to keep my mouth shut about these shorts of things, but I'll try my hardest to keep this secret my own.   With that out of the way, I'll start with the reason I'm making this First Post: revisiting and re-editing old photographs that I've taken. I have a tendency to view the work I...