that documented my childhood.
This is the camera that I used to run away from because it felt like my Dad was always taking photos.
This is the camera that meant I couldn't go into the kitchen on certain nights because my father had turned it into a darkroom.
My father has been using digital point and shoots since 2001, and this camera (a Nikon F -- completely manual) has been sitting unused since before then. He passed it onto me last year, and I've been watching it out of the corner of my eye. This weekend I ordered some film for it, and I am nervously excited to give it a spin as soon as that delivery arrives (I'll be giving it a cleaning first!).
I thank my father for the camera. I also thank him for the many carousels of slides which bring me back to my childhood, which I am very slowly scanning into my computer. And more than anything, I thank him for the inspiration and support he has always shown me in my own forays into photography.