my dad left me his old cameras a few years ago, one of them being a kiev 60. he used it a lot to take snaps of me and my sister when we were young. so when i hold it in my hands i always think about how this camera has seen my whole childhood through it's lens. it is hard to imagine how my dad could carry it around as if it weighed nothing more than a toy camera though - it is so, so massive.
so here's a bit of this year's summer catched by my old camera - big and heavy and soft and tender.