My first camera was this cute little Kodak Brownie that I used to hold so seriously at waist level, carefully lining up my desired image, before I snapped away, hoping for a fabulous picture. It would, of course, take weeks to find out just how successful that shot had been, having to first complete the roll of film and then wait to have it developed. Now, thanks to the digital age, I know immediately if my shot is a winner. And film? What's that?
How far we have come. Not that I traveled west in a covered wagon, but I have lived long enough to be amazed by technological advances. I can vividly recall that boxy first television with its teensy greenish screen and one channel. Now my tv is flat, large, crystal clear, multi-hued, and I don't even have to get up off my arse to select one of its many high definition channels.
I can instantaneously send a message to a friend on another continent. No more getting soaked putting my car into the garage in the rain, as I can push a button from inside the car and the door opens, like magic. Cars can talk, directing me to my destination. On and on.
I love the convenience and ready-set-go of today's world, but there is a big part of me that fondly remembers those days of the Brownie box camera...when everything was so much simpler. But, yes, we've come a long way.