My last post was a bit of a redemptive reflection… I was searching for something to reinvigorate my photography. In magical realism fiction I felt like I had crossed into an alternate (or maybe even back from…) existence and had a a desire to dust off my OM1.
It is going well.
I have been inseparable from from my OM1 and have been finding life insuperable without it. At this very point in time it is up sixteen stairs and across seven strides to the side of the bed, where it was put last night when unpacking my satchel from a day of viewfinder escapism.
Grasp the ever ready case with both hands, slide both thumbs under the top of the case near the push domes, with a little pressure arching your thumbs back, unclip both domes with a satisfying release. Reach in under the case with your right hand and run you palm over the pyramid and then lens as you clear the top of the case to swing freely from it’s bottom retaining dome. Switch the camera on with your left thumb, a very gentle nudge only as you bring the camera to your face…
Once the OM1 is at my eye I see only what is in the viewfinder, which narrows my focus and attention. Very quickly a busy summer beach turns into the most tranquil and loving of moments [above]. Déjà vu descends - ‘Was this me? Have I been here?’ everything feels natural and familiar.
I think that this familiarity and feeling of a window into dimensions not my own is due to the sheer vastness of the viewfinder. I find myself pouring into the viewfinder, as if my eye and then head and then entire being are pulled through the viewfinder surround and into the split prism and matte focus screen. It is huge. It is another world. It is bright. I recently tried it out on a sprite I found in a forest and I was surprised to see the image from the viewfinder projected in a large scale back against their face.