That’s Kodak’s shtick. I’m in Detroit right now, in town for a wedding that took place Saturday. I needed tights for my dress, so I went searching through our mudroom closet, where my mom tends to store panty hose/tights. After sifting through each closet cubby, with no luck, I found something completely irrelevent to the wedding I was late for: my very first digital camera.
I don’t remember how old I was when I bought it – I was at least in middle school, but not quite high school. I was always more into video games and electronics than new clothes and toys. On a trip to Best Buy with birthday money, I set my sights on the Kodak DC3200. Complete with its CompactFlash memory card, I knew this camera had to be mine.
Looking at it now, it looks like more of a kid’s toy than an actual camera. It’s bulky, with a now-broken battery door. The LCD screen is tiny, but not such a departure from what is seen today with point-and-shoot models.
It’s weird for me to think that this camera — something I might crassly call a hunk of junk — once served as my medium for creative expression. Now, I’ve set my sights on buying a dSLR, likely by my new favorite camera manufacturer, Canon.