There’s something oddly calming about holding an old camera in your hands—no screens, no menus, just the basics. A few weeks ago, I picked up a Minolta Hi-Matic F, a compact rangefinder from the 1970s, and decided to slow things down and shoot my first roll of film in years. This post is about that beginning—what drew me to this little camera, what surprised me, and what it felt like to return to a more deliberate kind of photography.