Or should I say the "OM-1" that started it all?
When I was 15 I wanted a "real" camera. So I got a job at the Iredell-Statesville YMCA as a summer day camp counselor. I saved every paycheck and at the end of the summer my parents took me to Service Merchandise in Charlotte.
I can't really remember why it had to be an Olympus OM-1, but I do remember standing at the conveyor belt as my new camera slowly rolled my way. I didn't know much, but I knew I wanted to take pictures. Learning to load film was easy as was reading the internal light meter.
I think it was 2005 that I got to go to Paris to take a workshop on street photography. I loved the work of Robert Doisneau and that was where he worked. The course required either a digital camera or a film camera with a 28mm f/2.8 lens... which just happened to be the only lens I had for this camera. Twenty rolls of Ilford Delta 400 film, a plane ticket and a rented worldwide cell phone and I was off.
I love this camera. It makes me happy just to pick it up and look at the world through its viewfinder.