Kodak Gold 200, Zenit TTL
I was speaking to a Spanish guest at the hostel about using film exclusively when he asked me, “Why are you such a purist?” – not the least bit rude but perhaps a little amused. It’s funny because I have never and would never consider myself a “purist” – let’s not argue about the definition of the word here – simply because the term suggests possessing a great deal of knowledge on a subject or skill. Incidentally, around the same time the conversation happened, I was doing a little bit of research on medium format photography and learning both big and small ways in which its quality is unparalleled (by 35mm photography, obviously). There is just so much professional knowledge out there that surely it is unacceptable for myself or anyone else who doesn’t possess that knowledge to call me a purist just because I own a few analogue cameras.
This was not meant to be a rant; it wasn’t meant to be anything at all, really. I’ve just had a lot of thoughts on taking pictures lately, mostly about being amateur, being better and being happy with it.
P.S. That is a picture of a picture of the resident cat at Zabu, which slipped through the cracks the last time round.