Daniel Schaefer
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in june of 2004, my father, a photographer since his childhood in the sixties, bought his first DSLR, A Nikon D70.
he promptly attached an old manual 50mm 1.8 lens, popped in a 2gb CF card, and shot away for about a year, until suddenly, a bigger, shinier camera came along, and the D70 went up on a shelf in his office
and there it sat, until november of 2009, when i asked my dad if I could borrow his D300, and he answered me, by handing me the dusty, rusty, decrepit D70, which I kid you not, had a small spider living inside when I took off the body cap.
my dad bought me a $70 18-55 zoom, and I went to school and snapped away for a day.
the next day, i left the camera home, and felt something odd
the day after that I brought back the camera and kept shooting
I was hooked
day in and day out, my Dirty D70 was slung at my side, and it stayed that way for two years, with it i discovered my first 50mm lens, which has remained my favorite lens to this day. i learned how powerful an image could be, how easy it was to show the truth of the moment through the lens, and also how easy it was to lie.
the D70 was dumb
and I loved it
it did nothing right
so i had to learn how to do it myself
this camera made me the photographer I am today.
after loving the d70 day in and day out, i finally bought my own first camera, a Nikon D7000 with an Mbd11 battery grip.
after some minor complications with the shutter, I had to send the 7000 back to the Nikon spa for some TLC, and found myself dusting off the old D70
after some poking and prodding, the old beast awoke, and i felt the farmilliar grip against my palm once more.
I shot for one glorious month with my old friend and a 50mm, nothing else.
the pictures I took in that one month, i can safely say, mean more to me, and I am more proud of than any other pictures i have almost ever taken.
i am unsure why, but the combination of the old, crotchety camera, and the strangely familiar feel, turned something on in my head that made me think of photography as a completely new medium again.
for those who have read this far, you may wonder why I have decided to write this
well on March 22nd, 2011, my Nikon D70 took its final shot.
the shutter froze, the sensor over heated, and the readout read FTLERR
the chip had been corrupted, but I was able to get the final shot off of the card.
according to the metadata, this image was the 71,676th image taken on this camera.
upon closer inspection, only 876 were taken before the year 2009
so within the space of just under two years, I had taken 70,800 photos on this camera.
the shutter is only rated for 50,000 before "potential fatal failure"
the D70 now sits peacefully upon a shelf in my room, a constant reminder of how I began, and a trophy that will accompany me no matter where I live for the rest of my life.
for those wondering, the final photo taken on the D70 was an image of a weather torn flag, flying on a rain soaked van nuys boulevard, the image titled "Resilience"
Rest In Peace
Nikon "Babe" D70
2003-2011
he promptly attached an old manual 50mm 1.8 lens, popped in a 2gb CF card, and shot away for about a year, until suddenly, a bigger, shinier camera came along, and the D70 went up on a shelf in his office
and there it sat, until november of 2009, when i asked my dad if I could borrow his D300, and he answered me, by handing me the dusty, rusty, decrepit D70, which I kid you not, had a small spider living inside when I took off the body cap.
my dad bought me a $70 18-55 zoom, and I went to school and snapped away for a day.
the next day, i left the camera home, and felt something odd
the day after that I brought back the camera and kept shooting
I was hooked
day in and day out, my Dirty D70 was slung at my side, and it stayed that way for two years, with it i discovered my first 50mm lens, which has remained my favorite lens to this day. i learned how powerful an image could be, how easy it was to show the truth of the moment through the lens, and also how easy it was to lie.
the D70 was dumb
and I loved it
it did nothing right
so i had to learn how to do it myself
this camera made me the photographer I am today.
after loving the d70 day in and day out, i finally bought my own first camera, a Nikon D7000 with an Mbd11 battery grip.
after some minor complications with the shutter, I had to send the 7000 back to the Nikon spa for some TLC, and found myself dusting off the old D70
after some poking and prodding, the old beast awoke, and i felt the farmilliar grip against my palm once more.
I shot for one glorious month with my old friend and a 50mm, nothing else.
the pictures I took in that one month, i can safely say, mean more to me, and I am more proud of than any other pictures i have almost ever taken.
i am unsure why, but the combination of the old, crotchety camera, and the strangely familiar feel, turned something on in my head that made me think of photography as a completely new medium again.
for those who have read this far, you may wonder why I have decided to write this
well on March 22nd, 2011, my Nikon D70 took its final shot.
the shutter froze, the sensor over heated, and the readout read FTLERR
the chip had been corrupted, but I was able to get the final shot off of the card.
according to the metadata, this image was the 71,676th image taken on this camera.
upon closer inspection, only 876 were taken before the year 2009
so within the space of just under two years, I had taken 70,800 photos on this camera.
the shutter is only rated for 50,000 before "potential fatal failure"
the D70 now sits peacefully upon a shelf in my room, a constant reminder of how I began, and a trophy that will accompany me no matter where I live for the rest of my life.
for those wondering, the final photo taken on the D70 was an image of a weather torn flag, flying on a rain soaked van nuys boulevard, the image titled "Resilience"
Rest In Peace
Nikon "Babe" D70
2003-2011