A few years later, I was in a thriftstore in Rockford and spotted a Spartaflex across the room for $10. A few years later, I was in a tiny town in upper Wisconsin and spotted a Roloflex for a steal at an antique shop. Suddenly, I had a tiny collection of old cameras that I really loved and spawned me to get a little more familiar with the history of cameras and what these were capable. (though they are sadly all unworking) Like many of the things I have mini-collections of, Pyrex, pressed flower designs, embroidered wall hangings--the collection wasn't exactly intentional in the ways things like dishes and purses, and I don't go hunting them on ebay, for example, but I do love stumbling on new aquisitions.
While they are not in working order, I think they are just really striking objects. In a world where so much is always new and disposable, I love that they have their own sense of solidity and history.