Last autumn a friend sent me a message to say he was moving house and clearing out the final bits of his late father’s camera collection. He said he had a box full of ‘mostly junk’ and I would be welcome to have it.
I don’t understand why sometimes people complain about some missing features on a compact camera. It’s 2019 and digital is yet to give us a small full frame point and shoot the size of a wallet. Those 90s compacts are in today’s digital-world terms, full frame, fixed lens compact cameras; I don’t see any digital full frame compacts that would fit in my pocket. All I want from my compact is to be well built, quiet and have a sharp lens.
I was out and about at midnight, a time when most sane people would be fast asleep, trying my hardest not to choke on the fishy stench and skipping over puddles of melted ice and fish scales, dodging the many pallet jacks loaded with Styrofoam boxes filled with the freshest catch from the boats.
Yes, I was documenting a day’s (or night’s) work at the Jurong Fishery Port.