Me, 20 years ago. Point and shoot film camera set up on a rock. Giving up, or something, near the Rainbow Ridge in Tweedsmuir Park of BC’s Coast Range Mountains. I was hiking alone for a few days, some small trepidations of grizzlies, grim terror of mosquitoes. There are places that you really want to return to, you know? One day.
Around the time that photo was taken, the Kodak company was proudly hammering together the Quicktake (among the earliest digital cameras). But now I read that they left the digital gizmos to the competition and decided to stick with film. Size of a toaster, the Quicktake, it says there. Sigh. My cell phone, which does not make toast, digitizes the 50+ rolls that squat in the veggie drawer of the fridge.
Another thing about Kodak – the name was invented for the sound alone, there was never a Mr. Kodak. A name that could not be mispronounced, pure marketing. The ‘K’ sounds ‘incisive’ thought George Eastman.
‘Kowa’ says the plasticky stamp inscribed on the back of my Century 35. 1957, that’s how long she’s been around, but with German and American and Japanese manufacturers gobbling one another up year in and year out, who keeps track?
And now, having taken our kodachrome away, the Kodak company files for bankruptcy. Not even Paul Simon could save us now, I’m afraid…