I'm astounded and saddened by the incredibly quick demise of Eastman Kodak and the use of actual film. Kodak is still hanging in there, but as a shadow of its former self. I'm someone who used a lot of Kodak product over the years (and our back bedroom still oddly holds some now-ancient bottles of Kodak chemicals). I use digital cameras almost every day, yet I still ache for holding my procession of film cameras and using them. Life is completely different, and only an improvement in some ways. I still occasionally haul out my set of Olympus equipment and take some pictures just for the joy of it.
This was all brought to mind today by an article in the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel about the fall of Kodak. Kodak was a ubiquitous part of the American landscape. Sure, we were all tempted by Polaroid (now also a ghostly shadow) and the Japanese films. For many years I was a devotee of Agfa film - one of the first of the manufacturers to fall. When Paul Simon wrote "don't take my Kodachrome away" I think he did not really think of it as a possibility - and it's now long gone. I miss the equipment, the joy of craft, the hours in the darkroom, and the magic of the process. Just an old man missing the past, but what a past it was.