Yesterday I went on my first photo walk meetup. I've decided to challenge myself and bring my vintage Olympus Zuiko 50mm f1.8 lens with me and attempt manual focusing and pretty much manual everything on my X-Pro3.

"I remember back when we shot film; every image had to count, every photo had to be shot with intent, and man it is was infuriating when you knew you just blew an exposure on your roll of film. I need to get back to thinking that way. We can start valuing photography again when we can take pictures that really mean something, instead of just having digital photo albums filled with nonsensical dross."

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My first camera was a Ricoh film camera which my big brother gave me as a gift when I turned 15. I took that camera everywhere, and mostly photographed my friends and my travels. Cut to 2010 when I started to learn how to work a DSLR and got myself a Nikon D90 with a nifty fifty, which I loved.

A little background information before the actual story: I was born and raised in Istanbul, Turkey. My father was a French teacher and accountant; my mother was a housewife until father's passing when I was 6 years old, and afterwards mother had to work to be able to take care of me. My older brother was going to the university in Israel and my older sister was already married with children. They're 16 and 18 years older than me, respectively. I was what they call an 'accident'.