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My husband has been interested in photography for quite a while now, but just recently he told me that it's really the camera that he finds interesting and not the actual photos. I love trying out different cameras, especially ones that are old and could have been used by my great- grandparents, but for me its really about the picture. 

My Zenit TTL is my baby. I lost it a few weeks back and felt absolutely no desire to shoot. The zeal was lost. The Pentax just didn't cut it. I needed my baby. Fortunately, I found it under the front seat of a car that would two weeks later be totaled in an accident (everyone's ok:). In order to not belittle the magnanimity of the accident and my brother's poor neck, I digress. I bought my Zenit from a Goodwill Store in the panhandle of Idaho back in the cold winter of 2008 for twenty dollars. It came with an Exactar lens and there was an extra lens sitting next to it for an extra fifteen bucks. Why did I not pick it up? I still ponder this question.

My would-be husband took notice and started on his own little camera collection. It took a couple months into our courtship for me to find out he had a full-fledged museum of antique cameras. He has taken some incredible photos with these old, smelly, rusted cameras, but he gets the most joy out of pressing the shutter release. We took some photos of the cameras and have them displayed on his Flickr. Check out his finely curated museum here.

By Horace

All of this to say: We love cameras. We love film. We love each other.