Whenever I get a new camera, she is there. “She” is Roosevelt. A green 1960 Mercedes 190b sedan that we picked up on craigslist about 2 years ago.

she’s a family car.

she’s a crib.

she’s a conversation piece.

she’s a beauty.

she’s a sittin there on the street waiting for me to find a fuel pump rebuild kit.

she’s begging me to take her back to the ACE in Palm Springs like I used to.

she’s begging me to fuel her up, grab a friend and head to New Mexico to trade produce for beads and photograph her like she needs to be photographed, painting the desert green, running with the coyotes, sleeping outside of the California smog.

she’s getting tired of sitting on my street being an old camera test subject,

that’s not why she was built.

that’s was not her purpose.

not her potential.

she happily told me so.

Polaroid 104 Automatic // Fuji FP-100c