I am beginning to see a pattern.
Yesterday, I was short-listed for a Canadian literary award, the Charles Taylor Prize for Non-fiction, for my book, The Measure of a Man, and, indeed, I bought a camera.
As I did the last time for the Governor-General's Literary Awards.
This time I came across this nearly untouched Nikon FM. The lens had been put incorrectly and never used. After I cajoled the lens off both were in perfect working order. Probably my best camera find ever. I feel like I already won a prize.
I used to own a Nikon FM2N. Black. But, as I've mentioned before, I traded it for Konica gear. The camera played a prop in one of my favourite photographs of one of my sons. I miss his pudgy little fingers. He's getting lanky now.