1. In The House of Forgotten Cameras


    Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: MILF, Author: Jason_NYC, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    Thousands and thousands of cameras sat upon shelves for as far as I could see. The dim light reflected off lenses that seemed to be winking at me as if in acknowledgment of some cosmic secret. Nor was it just one level of cameras. We descended a circular stair that passed through the first floor, to the basement, and even a sub-basement below that. Each floor contained more shelving with more cameras, like some vast Noah's Arc devoted not to the preservation of a male and female of each species, but examples of what seemed to be every model of camera constructed since the dawn of photography. At the base of the staircase, Jillian pushed open an airtight door. "Climate controlled," she said, holding the door open for me. "Only handmade cameras and the rarest and most delicate assembly-line models are down here." Another long corridor. More winking lenses and, exactly as Jillian had suggested, row after row of elegant and elaborate vintage view-cameras that made my battered old model look like a poor cousin. Finally, another airtight door and we entered a room with thick oriental rugs, Chesterfield leather sofas and dark oak paneled walls. In the middle of it all was the Collector, his hand resting lightly on the frame of my camera. "Custom built by the American Optical Company in New York City, sometime in the late 1860s." he said. There was something youthful about his eyes. But they gazed out from a ruined face. Only in graphic novels had I seen a human body so twisted and ...
    wrinkled. "Rare. But hardly unique," he said, gasping slightly for breath. "What sets this camera apart from all others, is its provenance, the places is been and, most importantly, the things it has seen. The images it has captured." "Yes," I agreed without much conviction. My battered old view-camera honestly didn't seem all that impressive compared to so many other cameras in his collection. "Have you ever thought about the possibility that a camera could be a gateway to immortality?" "Not really. I mean, I guess an old photo is a certain kind of immortality," I said. "Metaphorical immortality," he said, almost with a sneer. "I'm talking about the real thing. Living beyond your years. A wishful notion, I suppose." "I guess," I replied, unsure what this was about or where it was headed. "The camera is yours by birthright, isn't it?" "Well, It belonged to my great-grandfather." "Then, I won't insult you by offering you money for it," he said, watching me carefully. "But if you'd consent to loan it to me, perhaps for a few weeks," he paused again and seemed to look to Jillian for her consent. "I will arrange for you to come here, to the House of Forgotten Cameras, whenever you want, as often as you want." "For just a few weeks?" I asked. I looked at Jillian, who was smiling at me with encouragement. "Yes," he said. I convinced myself that the view-camera was better off in this climate-controlled environment than in the dank corner of my attic bedroom. And more importantly, ...
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