I like these days too and I miss those days

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I bought a camera. A big digital SLR. I had to haze myself first, enrolling in a photography class. I diligently made work for critique each week, just as I had in my twenties as an art student. Sitting in weekly critiques and watching classmates and myself evolve, I realized it was time to invest.

My fully equipped darkroom is packed in boxes in the attic. I think I am done but not ready to say goodbye. I found a roll film I had bulk loaded (I used to purchase film by the 100’ length and load it into canisters myself) in my old camera bag. I showed my son how the camera and film worked.

Thinking of those days is moving. I miss those days.

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A friend and I were talking about the old days of music. New York and Long Island hardcore. The passion of being immersed in a creative life.

I miss those days.

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I like these days too and I miss those days
analog days
when I could see what was wrong
just with my eyes
my eyes and ears were my sensors

analog days
with tube amps and mechanical means
of reproduction
a turn of the screw could reveal
what was wrong
my hands could fix things

I like these days too and I miss those days
I talk about the old days
I like these days too and I miss those days
when the problem was a leaking gasket
manifest and real
rather than opaque blank
misfiring wireless fidelity