I miss my Polaroid Land Camera. Rest in peace old friend.  I hope you are happy in camera heaven and if anyone makes fun of you for being big and noisy and heavy and clunky--just smash them in the face.  You were a CAMERA.

 

IN MEMORIAM

I miss my Polaroid Land Camera. Rest in peace old friend.  I hope you are happy in camera heaven and if anyone makes fun of you for being big and noisy and heavy and clunky--just smash them in the face.  You were a CAMERA.

Sure, I know there were and there are other cameras.  People can't shut up about them.  I even owned some:  Brownie, 35mm, Instamatic, Disposable Cameras, etc.  Some day I may even buy one of these new digital things:

"It fits in your pocket."  "You can transfer the pics to your computer."  "The quality is fantastic."

Like I said, people can't shut up about these cameras and I believe everything they say.

But the Polaroid Land Camera was a CAMERA.  Why?  Because when I took a picture I got a picture.  Instantly.  I could hold it in my hand. I could give it as a gift.  I could put it in a scrapbook.  I could frame it and hang it on the wall.

When I order a cheeseburger in a restaurant, I don't want an image of a cheeseburger, and transferring the image of the burger to my home computer does nothing for the hungry moment.  I want the cheeseburger delivered to my table and I want the cheeseburger delivered to my table now.  I want to hold the cheeseburger in my hand.  The Polaroid Land Camera delivered the picture NOW.  Think about it.  What word in the English language carries more weight than the word NOW?  I wanted a picture to augment the moment in my life and I wanted the picture now.  The Polaroid Land Camera gave it to me.  It was magic.  When I hear people going on and on with the new cameras about how they can transfer the images to their home computer, and they can crop, and they can send, and they can file, and they can . . .  I just sort of drift off.  I know it is all exciting and better in a lot of ways but sometimes I just want to yell at them:

"Where is the picture?  Don't you even know why you are doing all of this?  Where is the picture?"

The Polaroid Land Camera was an instant fun maker and in instant friend maker.  Google up countries and you will see that there are approximately 188 countries.  I wouldn't be surprised if there was not a single country where this camera did not make friends and make smiles--a social guarantee and a gift from heaven for the shy male.  God bless Mr. Land:  he gave many men the gift of life.  Take a picture of a nice lady and give her the picture.  You got a smile.  A smile from a woman?  Priceless.

And kids?  They laughed and screeched and stared and fought to hold the picture in their hand.  Taking pictures of kids and then showing them the pics NOW was social bonding not normally available.  They could hold the pictures in their hands and pass them around and take them home as gifts.  The Polaroid Land Camera did more than change photography.  It changed lives.

All I had to do was press a button.  That's all I have ever wanted to do with a camera:  just press a button.  I am not and will never be a technical person.  This camera was made for me.  But now the camera store that would order my film packs doesn't even want to hear from me.   It's over.  Except for the memories.  God bless my Polaroid Land Camera, and god bless the happy times it gave.  Rest in peace old friend.

 

All I had to do was press a button.  That's all I have ever wanted to do with a camera:  just press a button.  I am not and will never be a technical person.  This camera was made for me.  But now the camera store that would order my film packs doesn't even want to hear from me.   It's over.  Except for the memories.  God bless my Polaroid Land Camera, and god bless the happy times it gave.  Rest in peace old friend.