I held the camera in my hand. For the past few months it had been there, ready to be used. It was a classic Olympus Trip 35 analogue camera that my grandpa left my family when he passed away. Somehow it felt natural that I would be the one to use it. I even didn’t know if it still worked. I spend some money on a film roll nd I started playing around. In England I got it developed and in some magical way photo’s appeared that weren’t a black mess. I became a fan. Now I have three black and white film rolls, ready to be shot. This is only the start of my analogue adventure.
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