I have a problem with cameras. Not a crisis exactly — more of a chronic condition. I’ve owned more than I care to admit, used most of them properly, neglected a few, and said goodbye to one or two that I still think about.
This section is where I write about the ones that have mattered. Not in the sense of pixel counts and autofocus speeds — I’ll leave that to the internet, which has more than enough of it already. I mean the ones that changed the way I saw, or made me slow down, or simply felt right in the hand on a cold morning in Clisson.
There are no rankings here. A camera is only as good as the person using it and the moment they point it at. What I can tell you is what each of these has been like to live with — and for me, that’s always been the more interesting question.
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