I’m feeling a bit of warm and fuzzy nostalgia today. I’ve been shooting some family story products I have here and in my rummaging around I spotted my first camera, a Kodak Instamatic that took – wait for it – film! I really wouldn’t be where I am today without it. It was given to me at about age 9, second hand. The photos it produced were terrible – often fuzzy and predictably off centre due to parralax error (the viewfinder was posititioned above and to the left of the actual lens). But it gave those wonderful square photos that we all love so much these days. It’s funny – but I realised today that cameras have been in my life for a very long time, and it feels weird to imagine a life without them.