Another Life, Another Camera...

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Nikon F4

Courtesy of a colleague of mine from work, I acquired this old Nikon F4 [film] camera, now surplus to his requirements, alongside a bunch of other assorted stuff; on the day I started my gardening leave. A cheap Ebay purchase of an old Nikkor 50mm f2 standard lens completes the package - a battleship of a camera in every way. The weight of a housebrick, this thing should be stable down to an 1/8th of a second handheld. The lens I picked up is an old FD from a long time ago, but as I only intend to use this as a fully manual camera anyway, it more than fits the bill.

To boot, out of the box of assorted stuff came a lovely little Rollei compact digital, a pair of Nikon binoculars that really suit my eyesight and a Nikon DSLR. I've decided I'm going to make good use of all this kit, plus a couple more things from the box. One item however, was an underwater film camera which I've passed on to Joe, as he's the diver in our midst and I would never have made good use of it.

All in all, my collection of kit has grown markedly over the last few months - I look forward to now having the time to exploit it all during my retirement and producing, hopefully, some work of note with it all. Cheers for all the stuff, Pete, we'll get that beer sometime, post-lockdown!

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