An old camera

This young travels in my native region was rich.
- Rich in photos, I returned to the places of my childhood, my adolescence, the schools, and the secondary school. I also returned to the places where I had made my first photos (old trains) with the first one reflex whom I had bought myself with my first salary of student job.
- And then a magnificent thing, which touches me much more that I can say it :
My father gave me the camera of his own father. An old folding camera which uses of the 6×9... I do not still know if it still works.

I’m very touched and simply to imagine that I can make photos with the camera of my grandfather moves me…

PB

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