The first one, starting on the left, is a Zeiss. It was given to me by someone wondrously dear to me. When I look at it, I remember that one moment of soul shock when I was presented with it, that sense of heart gladness that someone knew me so well, knew what I desired even before I knew it myself.
The Zeiss has that aura of Old Hollywood glamour, with connotations of paparazzi and the flash of their cameras aimed at some Hollywood starlet standing outside Mann's Chinese Theatre.
Then I have a Polaroid SX-70 Land Camera that I found out thrifting for mere dollars. The marvellous thing is that it came with the original box, manual and all the accessories. So when I look at it, I feel again that thrill of the treasure hunt.
And lastly I have a Canon that was once my father's. I have a whole store of memories of him clicking away with it, wearing a white shirt and tailored trousers, looking totally "Mad Men".
Each camera holds a place in my heart, each valid in it's own right, but it's the memories behind them that are more precious than mere words can describe.
Please let me know about your precious somethings and let us inspire each other!