When I was a little girl and we all (my family) lived together, my father used the bathroom to develop his films and photos. He used to cover the window with towels, turn on a little red light and the surface of the washing machine became a laboratory. Oh I loved those days.

My father had quite a few cameras, but Zenit ET was the ONE. When I was 24 my father gave it to me as a birthday present.

I inherited his camera, interest in photography and love for nature. We haven’t talked for 3 years now. I inherited his stubbornness also. I guess it’s time to forgive and forget.

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