In defense of my camera of choice: the
K1000. . .
I've used my fiancee's Nikon and Canon DSLR cameras, my mother's Pentax DSLR, and have briefly owned an ME Super and a couple MX units. Nothing does it for me like the K1000. It gets me excited to keep practicing and improving. It has everything I need and no distractions. The viewfinder is an unobstructed window to the other world, the mirror world, more honest than our own, now more ideal, now more brutal. I go there and meet my companion the needle, silent, modest, loyal.
There's nothing sexy about the K1000. My copy has brassing, dents, scratches and pits. The vast expanses of uninterrupted black leatherette on the film door and the front left face make it look like something's missing. Clunky? It's the perfect size to melt into my hands. Heavy? Its heft says, "I'm not going anywhere." Stupid hipster doofus? You're jealous.
Lens: Pentax M 50mm F2 that came with my camera. I used to have 28mm and 135mm lenses that I scarcely used. I've bought faster 50mm lenses and returned them when I realized I didn't need them.
Film: HP5 is my go-to right now – cheap! I shot Ultramax and Portra before I fell in love with B&W.