We’ve all heard stories of free cameras, the one found at the back of the closet and salvaged from neglect. It makes sense. At one point almost every family had a low-end 35mm point-and-shoot, if not a couple, and many families had an SLR or something similar. Given that cameras were so common for so long it only makes sense that there would be a few forgotten somewhere, especially after budget photography made such a hard swerve into digital. Maybe, I thought one afternoon, there’s room in my life for an adopted camera.
My Olympus OM-10 was a mistake. I hadn’t owned an SLR since I claimed my dad’s OM-2 for a high school photography class. I’d bought an Olympus 35RC a couple months prior and loved the form factor and quirky rangefinder vibe, but I wanted something more authoritative, with options for different lenses and the sharp-sounding smack of a mirror. Since that old OM-2 went to the great scrap heap in the sky at the hands of a sibling I found myself searching Ebay.