The extent to which this camera has held it down is enough to warrant tears. This was my first purchase, 4 years ago, after quitting my job and deciding to fully embrace a lifestyle that focused on sense of self and sense of purpose. Hundreds of films later, a million mistakes later, a million missed opportunities later, billions of bridges burnt and built and I’m even more grateful for the physical tools that aid in helping to make the beautiful madness in my mind into a reality that i don’t intend to ask to permission for. What a fucking journey. Granted, there have been more cameras since. Some a little better and some wayyyyyy better but the bigger point is paying homage to the original crack in the ice. Thank you to the Canon C100.