A War Camera
The toasty smell of antiquity drifts off its rusting metal. I examine the specimen fondly, slowly turning its aged body. I click a small silver button and the lens pops out; A satisfying click sounds, as I stretch it’s accordion-like neck. “It was used from 1945 to 1955,” says the vendor, a gentle old German with a pleasing, gray mustache. “A war camera!” Becca exclaims. With the exhilarating buzz of a shopping high and the eagerness to test out my new film camera, my face was plastered with an embarrassingly large and toothy smile all day.