I was still in school when I first met her. God, she was beautiful. I felt like I was cheating when I switched my attention to her, but it also just felt right and good. Like it was meant to be. Years later I deeply regretted abandoning her for a newer version. It ate at me. I yearned for that click, for the feel in my hands; for the tactile caress and they way it just felt right…every…single…time…I pressed the shutter. After many years, I finally have the Nikon F3 back in my hands, and she’s mine!
