Journal #01 First international trip of my camera. Memory Card

In spring I started to take my camera everywhere. The first time I took my Casio out of Moldova, was on a trip to Alba Iulia, and honestly, I had no idea what I was starting.

This trip was a random weekend thing, with fun and not much thinking, my friends and I headed to one of our friend in Alba Iulia, Romania. In the car we didn't sleep at all, and in the morning when we arrived, we're with a dizzy head but still with joy.

My intention of being funny was accomplished because of my camera too. I started to do a photo and video vlog, and when I took my camera out, my friends immediately burst out laughing and saying Did you find that in your grandma's drawer or what?

The teasing turned into giggles, the giggles turned into silly faces, and suddenly everyone was relaxed. No one was checking whether their angle was good or whether their smile looked right.

There was no perfect lighting, no retakes, no filters. Just us, in a spring light, happy, and that tiny flash going off and on.

And that was all that mattered.

When I looked at the first photo later, when ejected the memory card, I got a liitle emotional too. The colors were warm and a bit grainy, a liitle imperfect, and everyone looked exactly themselves - happy, messy, real. It felt like finding a memory that had already turned nostalgic.

That's when I knew this camera wasn't going back in the drawer.

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