Hasselblad
I nipped into Camberley today to pick up a two rolls of film (yes, my life really is that exciting).
I bought a roll of 135 TX400 from Jessops, but they didn’t have any 120. Next stop was S&P, a smaller shop just down the road. These guys didn’t have what I wanted, either, but in the end I walked out with a roll of FP4 at a mere £4.50 (remember this is for a whopping 12 exposures).
This Hassie 500C was my Grandad’s camera, which my Uncle Quentin inherited (and I subsequently borrowed). I spend quite a bit of time figuring out how it worked and generally getting all of the various bits and pieces going. Unfortunately the 120 film back slips slightly near the end of the wind… this put me off using the body for quite some time.
But today, I decided I’d had enough waiting, and began the crazy process of getting a roll of film loaded on Camberley high street. It took me a good five minutes to figure out all of the looping and winding that goes on, during which time some old timer wanders up and asks: “Is that a Bronica?”
This amused me quite a bit… I guess it’s an easy mistake to make when you’ve not seen one for a couple of decades, and you were never that familiar with them in the first place.
So, anyway, I got to replying and told him that it wasn’t a Bronica, but a Hasselblad.
“Oh, even better then.”
“Yup.”
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“I just wish I could make the damn thing work.”
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