I recently rescued a vintage Olympus C-5050. Considering its age and specs it's well beyond any reasonable usefulness end date, and some functionality has already been lost along the way. Disarmingly, it looks like it was designed by a drunk.
Small but weighty, built around a magnesium alloy frame, with, for the time, a bright f1.8 lens that drinks in the light. Which is useful, as even at base ISO 64 there is some hint of noise, and the range only goes to 400 which is sketchy. I like the way it sits around waiting to go out and look for pictures for the simple pleasure of it. So, this decades old machine, like some discarded one-eyed old mutt, gets to go for walks again of a summer evening, (at least until some component failure brings about final darkness), to enjoy a lingering look around the little world of my local neighbourhood.
