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<p>Can't recall the exact first photo - though it likely still exists somewhere in my parents house, together with my mom's medium format folding viewcamera I used to take it with, one from Agfa's Isolette series as I recall. Probably 1977 or 1978, and most likely an image taken at the Rhine Falls near Schaffhausen, Switzerland. Probably shot only one or two rolls with it during that vacation trip. I recall shooting a whole 220 roll of my aunt's dog when I was back home - and learned the lesson that while 120 film has a paper backing, 220 film does not - all those shots were ruined due to light reaching the film through the window in the back of the camera.<br /> This first photographic experience led to an extensive occupation with finding the correct camera for me - as well as doing any odd job to save up for it; this culminated in the purchase of a Nikon FM and a 105/2.5 towards the end of 1979, followed by a 35/2.8 some months later and a 200/4 a few months thereafter; I still own and use the 105/2.5 to date. Among the first images I took with the FM were head shots of my best friend and of a truck driver at my dad's quarry.</p>
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<p>The first photo I ever took was with a Kodak Hawkeye Instamatic II camera that I bought when I was 6 years old for 25 cents at a garage sale. None of the negatives survive, but I have some prints from a trip we took in 1980 to Hawaii when I was 10 years old. But the first photo I ever took with a 35mm Nikon SLR was while on an overnight camping trip with my father. He taught me how to focus with the split image circle in the center of the viewfinder of his Nikon F with FTn meter prism, and how to meter by making sure the needle was in the notch. The year was 1981 and I was 12 years old, my father was 57 at the time this photo was taken. He passed away in June, 2009 and I have his Nikon F.</p>

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<p>Cool thread, what memories!<br>

My first was snapped in 1972 (age 14) with my friend Dustin's Minolta SR-7, during one of our unauthorized forays into the newfangled BART transit system construction zones in San Francisco. To us these were like stepping into the distant future, with SFPD occasionally escorting us back into the present! I remember one of the officers looking at us and the camera then saying we were nerds who needed girlfriends in a bad way...get outta here.<br>

Confirming our nerd status we'd also visit the Canon House showroom on Market Street to worship their displayed FD System. Imagine being a teenager, ten cents short of having a dime, allowed to go outside carrying an F-1 with Speed Finder, Motor Drive MF, and FD 85-300/4.5 SSC zoom. Those were some kind and trusting folks at Canon House, eh?<br>

Yep, memories alright!</p>

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<p>On Christmas Eve, 1957 at age nine, I opened my first camera - a Kodak Brownie Starflash. With the help of relatives I put a roll of VP127 on the spool assembly, slipped it into the camera, cranked to No. 1 in the little red circular window, licked the tip of an M2 flashbulb, put it in the socket and shot a photo of my family sitting on the couch.</p>
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<p>Shaking up the archives here. I remember the Kodak Brownie with Bulbs. Always fascinated with the Machine and the event of taking a picture as early as 4 or 5 years old. It always seemed like it was important, and had all to do with the family affair. The gathering. There were 10 of us.<br>

The first Camera I got my hands on was the Family second camera, the "Yashica A" 2/14 camera. Wow this was heavy and had a presence, which meant, this is all getting even more important! <br>

Busy with other things, until years later. Now Photography is, "ALL" consuming to me.</p>

 

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<p>I can't remember the first photo I ever took but I do remember as a very little tyke I had a Kodak roll film camera. I consider this one the first good photo I ever took. I was using a black Nikkormat and 135mm Vivitar lens on Kodachrome 25 or 64. When I first saw it I honestly thought someone else's slide had got mixed in with mine. Then I wondered if I can produce this by accident, what if I tried to do it on purpose?</p><div>00ZUZx-408033584.jpg.bddbb7cb0088b187c3b84d8229618619.jpg</div>
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<p>At the age of eleven I bought a little plastic camera from the Bazooka bubble gum company. I paid $1.00 and10 gum wrappers for it. This was 1966 or 1967. Thanks to this forum I spent all this afternoon scanning the negatives into my computer. The camera was plastic and I used roll film, not cartridge. I used both b x w and color film. It would take a week for it to come back from the lab. Several times I dropped the camera and ended up taping it closed but eventually that didn't work anymore. My next camera was a pockeet 110 camera but those took terribly grainy pictures. </p><div>00ZUaI-408041584.jpg.6ee0411775e1775f477349dad772b55c.jpg</div>
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<p>Of course I remember! I even still have it, but not scanned in. :(</p>

<p>My mother let me have her old Agfa Optima, something from the 50s that had gone a long way with her. She put in some film and said 'there you go' - must have been around 1972 or so. The picture (which is even halfway sharp!) shows my grandma and my cousin, who are sitting on a swing in our garden.<br>

From there, I followed a long and winding road involving an odd range of models. But all the photos I've ever taken, I still have.</p>

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<p>I started early as well. Whatever my father did photowise, I wanted to to as well (approx 3 years? ). I'm still having a bad conscience that he lost some of his photo interest because I wanted to follow everywhere.....<br>

I can still remember a very few of my earlier photos, but those that are saved are made some years later. But I want to show you one of me "in action" - this time with my father's 8mm film camera.</p><div>00ZUdG-408087684.jpg.13738dedd9f998eaeaf957a8baba3e2b.jpg</div>

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<p>My first photo I took was with camera Flexaret which belongs to the father of my school friend Dusan. In hands of Dusan ( on the picture) can you see my camera - Beirette. Flexaret was for me probably more interesting. The photo was took in 1969 or 1970 and negative is still by me. </p>

<p><img title="Rohlik 1969, Flexaret" src="http://d6d2h4gfvy8t8.cloudfront.net/14436630-sm.jpg" border="0" alt="Rohlik 1969, Flexaret" hspace="5" width="198" height="199" /></p>

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<p>One of the first photo's I took was at the age of twelve (I'm 71 now) with the famous Agfa Clack I bought from my saved up pocketmoney. I remember sitting for quite some time in the chickencoop for the cock to stay still in the right position. It had to stand still as the camera had a shutterspeed of 1/25. I.ve kept up photography as a hobby ever since and went through numerous cameras to finally end up with a Nikon D7000.</p>

 

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<p>It would have been in 1955, when I was 7, with a Brownie Holiday (127 film). Either in the Covered Bazaar in Istanbul or in Bebek, the suburb where we lived. Film was processed and printed by a Turkish photographer who had a shop over a restaurant on the Bosphorus, at the end of the street where we lived. Have been clearing out my mothers house, but haven't found the negatives or prints.</p>
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<p>Gentlepersons…</p>

<p>Way in the background is Old Ironsides at Warf 58, San Pedro Harbor, 1932, below the X.</p>

<p>We were poor before the depression hit. The rich jumped out their lofty windows in late 1929. By 1932 what little was left of the middle class the USA was declining at an ever-increasing rate. The poor were becoming destitute. Us poorest of the poor were like the Grapes of Wrath. Three of us had been living in a one-room hovel above a “bowery” bar in the worst section of San Pedro.</p>

<p>My grandmother married a Navy 3<sup>rd</sup> class PO on the USS Arkansas. We were rich! I was twelve turning thirteen when Old Ironsides came to town. We’d moved up the hill to a little cottage behind a low-grade house, hence the view. I’d seen a camera but had never touched one. Home on leave, my new stepfather pulled a fold out camera out of his sea bag. It was a wondrous and almost mysterious item. He set the controls, placed it on the windowsill, pointed it at Old Ironsides and let ME push the shutter release, wow! A shipmate processed the film and made me a contact print. With a borrowed magnifying glass I could make out the ship’s masts.</p>

<p>It was amazing!</p>

<p>A. T. Burke</p>

<p>P.S. The things we take for granted now…</p><div>00ZUpC-408265684.jpg.48701c73c73f238c0157a53042f8eaa7.jpg</div>

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<p>I do not have the first photo I ever took, but I do remember the camera. I was given a Brownie Starflash kit with film, batteries and flashbulbs. I took photos with it of christmas presents , and my family. I had the camera for a few years and then it was replaced. I loved the fact that my parents thought that I was old enough to have my own camera. I must have been about 7 or 8 yrs old. </p>
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