redfishingboat

When I smashed my Rollei in Montréal, for a few moments I was sure it was all over for the thing. My favorite camera makes it seem almost too easy to take compelling pictures, and absent-minded will be my epitaph. But, the hardy machine was unfazed, but for a mirror in the viewfinder that had [...]

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One day after six weeks, I pinged Harry Fleenor about my Rollei. Not ready, it needed another week to simmer. A week later, I refrained from checking again. I knew it would be ready when it was ready. A week after that I got the message: Come and get it. My excitement was [...]

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I arrived at the address on a bright and hazy Thursday after a long and dreary afternoon drive through muddled Los Angeles congestion. Battling traffic had imbued me with a sense of undeserved urgency, there was no real rush.  Actually, I arrived after missing the place twice and circling back around. For it was a [...]

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I spent only six minutes in Montana. I crossed the border and exited the first chance I got, in order to turn around. I had seen a creepy looking ruin at the last exit in Idaho, listed as Humphrey. I went back into Idaho and exited Humphrey — there was nothing there. The road [...]

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Play song “Ridin’ Dirty” - Chamillionaire
They see my Rollei
They hatin’
Patrollin’ and tryin’ a catch me shootin’ dirty!
I picked up this old beat up Rollei on Craigslist. The seller listed it as a 3.5F but after checking out Rolleiclub, I’m pretty sure it’s an Automat from around 1949.. It also has a shutter that seems to [...]

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