Enter my current obsession: the summer camps of my childhood. I was a Girl Scout from Brownies on up, so I spent a lot of weekends (and summer weeks, it seems) in the woods. I'd get a disposable camera or two for some of these trips and come back with a roll of film full of silly things...but that's not what this post is about. This post is about how I miss summer camp. Last week I found myself asking if there was such a thing for adults, and if so, where do I sign up? I guess having a dog and being 22 and all of that kind of makes it hard to do these things anymore, so this summer Evin and I have plans to host our own campouts. I'm so excited. I try not to wish my life away, but I really can't wait til the weather warms up. We've been talking about going canoeing-camping...setting up camp, driving up the river and canoeing back down, maybe catching fish for dinner, maybe not, and in theory having a really great time doing it.
In typical fashion, my very first concern about a trip like this is...how do I photograph it? I'm not putting any sort of camera I care about in a canoe, especially if that canoe has my dog in it. I've got my waterproof digital point and shoot, but this type of adventure calls for a nostalgic film look...I could go the waterproof disposable route, but since those are one-trick-ponies (one shutter speed, no flash, etc) I think I might start shopping around for an affordable option that's a tad more versatile...maybe a Canon Sure Shot WP-1 or a Nikon L35AW or something...research is in order. Later. I've spent plenty of money on photography things in the past couple of months...and I've still got a few months until summer!
Finally, here's a gratuitous picture of myself, circa 2000...that week at camp, I somehow thought I was the coolest kid there because I painted green dots on my face every day.