A year ago, I was in Maine.
One year ago I took a trip to Maine for a landscape photography class. We spent a week camping in Maine, mostly along the coast. We lived out of our tents and travelled by bus (it actually looked more like a bloated van) doing nothing but create photographs (and eat lobster). We spent the subsequent two months making prints from digital captures and film.
Most of my class shot digital, about a third of us used film…I was the only one that chose to lug around an 8×10 (plus a 35mm SLR, a digital SLR, and a Holga).
One of our stops was at Jordan Pond. As usual my class was well ahead of me having sped off like a group of Japanese tourists clicking away with their cameras while I was still setting up the 8×10 on the tripod. I slung it over my shoulder and took off looking for my shots. I passed by a group of kids (teens) who were readying for a bike ride around the pond. My class had already passed them a few minutes earlier. As I plodded by, one of them said, “He must be poor, he has to use a wooden camera.” Well, you’re right, kid…but not for the reasons you think.