I mentioned in my last post that my husband and I went to Europe this May for our anniversary. We spent most of our time in Sicily. My family is from the little island, and it was beautiful to spend time where my grandparents lived. One of the things I was looking forward to is capturing this lovely island with Lucy, my Mamiya 645. Sadly, in Cefalu, the second town we visited, Lucy died.
I tried to fix her. I took her apart and put her together again and again. I couldn’t repair her. I held out hope that she was repairable and we got home I took her to a gentleman that has fixed many of our old film cameras. He confirmed my fear- she had shot her last roll. I cried.
Lucy was my first medium format camera and the reason I fell in love with shooting film. I felt like she taught me how to see the world in new ways. She had been all over the country and the world with me. Together, we captured some of my favorite images.
The images that fill this post are her last roll. I remember running around the shore with her. I can still remember the contentment and the wonder I felt as I saw Cefalu through her lens. I know it is only a camera, but to me, she felt like a trusted friend.
My lovely husband bought me a new Mamiya body for my birthday in August. I still haven’t taken her out yet. I don’t know what it is, but I am just still sad. Scanning this last roll has reminded me what I loved about her- the large viewfinder, her beautiful shutter click, the lovely images she helps me create. I might be ready to take the new body out. I think it is time to resurrect Lucy.