Introduced in 1978, the Pentax K1000 is a manual focus, manual exposure SLR. It has through the lens metering with a match needle. In the course of its 20 year production run the K1000 earned a reputation as a photography student’s camera.
I have two examples. One came from a yard sale for $10; the original owner stated she bought it for a class but never used it again. The other was an $8 thriftscore which came with a partially exposed roll of film. Both have 50mm prime lenses.
The K1000 has one pesky quirk. The meter cannot be turned off. If it is stored without a lens cap the battery will die. Fortunately the shutter is mechanically actuated.
I took mine on vacation last week. I just need to find the time to develop the results.
The 52 Cameras project will begin to slow after this. I have two competing forces fighting against it. I have reached a point where I find myself wishing to go back and work with my favorite cameras instead of moving forward.
I have also reached the realization that we havetoo much stuff. Everything is on the chopping block including my cameras. Over the coming weeks and months I will be trimming and thinning the collection to a manageable size. As much as I enjoy them, I no longer want to devote a whole room to them.
Rest assured I will continue shooting, and I may rotate guest cameras through the collection. Watch this space.
Monday. The first of the week is upon us, Kiddo is back in school, and I have the day off. Mondays are my time to Make Things Happen.
Essex County Co-Op, check.
Winterize RV, check.
Clean chicken coops, check.
Then as often happens in the life of a volunteer firefighter, my day went off the rails. The coops did not get winterized. The snow tires did not get mounted. The leaves did not get raked, blown or vacuumed.
I didn’t get into the darkroom, and I did not get to pen an eloquent blog post for the 6th day in a row. I did find my Bluetooth keyboard, so at least I can type posts on my iPad now. (I am handicapped by my formal typing education. Ever try to touch-type on a touchscreen?)
In my quest to avoid Twitter and with some time to fill in a waiting room, I discovered this from 12 years ago.
Iain and I met Anita for a hike up Old Jackson Road. On the trip up to the White Mountains we discovered this retired USAF Oshkosh P15 en route to its new home in a port on the west coast. The driver said he wanted to put it on a flatcar but it was prohibitively complicated until he was past NYC.
I don’t remember much about the hike, but the photos make me yearn for the mountains. Now I’m hoping I can schedule one last hike for 2017 next weekend.
Brought to you courtesy of Apple’s “On This Day” function.
According to the WordPress stat machine my most popular post has been chugging along at roughly a dozen views PER DAY for 4 years now. My stats don’t go back to 2010, but it’s had similar activity since it was posted.
What could be so interesting? It’s not a photograph or a camera review. It’s not one of my old EMS stories. It’s not even a personal Random Musing.
It’s this. Remember the days before cars had iPhone jacks and Bluetooth?
Glad I’m providing utility to all the frustrated GM owners out there.
. . .my hope is that when I feel the urge to tweet or Instagram I will draft a blog post instead.
I cannot say that it’s worked. Twitter has crept back onto my phone. I have now installed and uninstalled the app so often that my account was briefly locked. Twitter thought I was a bot.
Facebook makes you hate the people you know, while Twitter makes you love people you’ve never met.
And therein lies the problem for me. I’m largely over Facebook. I refuse to use the app. My account is mostly dormant, and I only log in rarely to make sure it has not been hijacked.
On Twitter however, I have a few friends who I rarely get to see in person. They are good people with common interests, and I’d miss them if I closed my account. I could do a bitter job of meeting some of them in real life, but others are truly inaccessible to me. I won’t be flying to Seattle or the UAE for coffee any time soon.
So, more posts here and limited Twitter time. It’s a goal.
As I type this it’s 38F with a beautiful orange early morning sun. There is a large flock of birds at the farm preparing to migrate. Every few minutes they explode into the sky and circle with the sound of a thousand wind driven leaves crossing the lawn. Autumn seems to have finally arrived.