My last Really Nice Camera, which I still adore and bring out on special occasions, was a Christmas gift I received from my parents about 20 years ago, when I was a teenager enrolled in my high school's photography class. It's a piece of machinery I adore and when I dropped it--only once!--in the rush-hour bustle on Brompton Road in front of Harrods department store in London, I mentally kicked myself for months.
But if I thought I was protective of the first camera, I didn't fully yet know my own fierce, mother-lion instincts of protection for this newest baby. When I set it down it's as if the camera becomes a defenseless newborn in a house of ferocious tigers. When I go to bed at night, I check on the kids to make sure they're tucked in, then I make sure the camera's in a safe spot.
I still love my trusty old AE1 and will keep it tucked safely in my drawer, at the ready for those occasions that demand the rich coverage that only black and white film can provide. May it continue to click on for years to come.
And I'm still getting to know how the new camera works. I'm a bit of a purist and arrived fashionably late to the digital photography party, so bear with me as I click my way through the learning curve.
Just as I learned with my own children, though, there's always room in your heart for a second baby.