quelle histoire

It's only a mechanism made of metal and glass, a tool for doing a job with. It has no heartbeat. Replaceable. I wrestled with this thought for a while when my Spotmatic died. You see? Using emotive language...gives away my affection.
I tried using other cameras over the summer, yet there was always a little sense of loss in the back of my mind. Perhaps I should buy a new one? In the end I decided to send her to the US for repair. Not the cheapest option, but a replacement could end up with lots of problems too. Besides, I love mine with a ridiculous fondness what with her little dent in the top.
Now repaired, clean and calibrated and her dent still intact, my fingers itching to try out a roll of film we set off to Foix, searching for variety in light, f-stops, focus and shutter speeds …

Inside the Château…

…with a contemporary art exhibition, Quelle Histoire?!

…and a funfair that was waiting quietly for the evening to begin

She's in perfect working order; I'm so happy I decided to take this gamble after a summer of photographic mishaps and disappointments.