Memory lane. I walked it this week after listening to the news about General Motors as well as discovering my father’s old Leica camera. (Leica Leitz 3IIIC 1946).
This photo began as a high resolution scan of my father’s leather key chain made years ago. I discovered them in a dark, cold basement with the door and trunk key to our Oldsmobile clearly visible. (I think they were separate keys “back in the day.”)
I photographed the camera on top of placemats I made for my family this year of all the boats in our long family history. I am learning to use photo textures so both nostalgic subjects seemed like good candidates to add to my learning curve.
I also drove an hour away by my childhood home en-route to the only real camera store within 100 miles of me. My father’s old camera rested on the passenger seat. I wanted to know if I could use the Summaron 35mm 2.8 Leica lens on a new digital camera that offers adapters. Corny as it may sound, I’d like to see my world through the same lens as he viewed his world. I could, but it might not be worth it, the camera man said.
My childhood home has been remodeled and enlarged. Finding the window of my old room was not as simple as left side, second floor. I heard Santa on the roof in that room. (No rolling of eyes.) I really did. Cross my heart.
Sigh.
I’m going to get a second opinion about this Leica lens and think about driving the two-tone Olds with top down at 90 mph one summer’s evening down the Mid-Cape Highway in the early sixties. I was the safety risk for GM at that stage in my life not their faulty ignition switch of 2014.
