I’ve been into photography since I bought my Canon AE1 back in the late 70’s. I’ve had my trusty Nikon D80 for 10 years or so, and I’ve recently decided it was time for an upgrade. I figured I’d get a relative pittance as a trade in, but I really didn’t need a second, decade-old camera body, so trading it in was a no-brainer.
I found what I wanted at a competitive price at a local B&M camera shop, and struck a deal, trade-in included. I just had to run home and pick up the D80. “Be back in 10 minutes”, I said.
So I drove home, removed the memory card and the lens, and headed back to the store. On the short drive back, however, I felt strong pangs of guilt. This camera never gave me an ounce of trouble, and it gave me countless hours of enjoyment (and many fine photos). Virtually everything I know about photography I learned on the D80. Why was I giving it away for next to nothing? Is it really worth $85 to give up this object that I’ve been so attached to for the past 10 years? I got blindsided by sentimentality. I felt like I was putting my dog down.
I knew instantly and assuredly this trade in wasn’t going to happen. So here I sit now, the new camera not even unpacked yet, the old D80 sitting in front of me.
It will look good on the shelf next to the AE1.