I am very attached to old film cameras. OK, maybe attached is not an accurate description of how I feel about them – ADDICTION would probably be a more appropriate word. I cannot walk or drive past a yard sale or a thrift store without succumbing to a completely irresistible urge to stop and see if from piles of ever-present junk I can dig up a photographic jewel. I saw this little beauty on a yard sale table, cowering behind rusty power tools and bits of antique-looking plumbing equipment. It was covered and dust and grime and was begging to be rescued. Of course, I could not resist. I took it home, cleaned it, replaced bad seals and fixed stuck mirror. I replaced the lens mount – the old one actually fused with the lens. Now that it was restored to its former glory (minus a few scratches here and there), I loaded it with a roll of Kodak Tri-X and went out for a photo walk. There is something truly magical in what these old cameras can do.