My last owner was not very nice. They glue some kind of ugly plastic bulbous tumor thing to my prism cover which kept my shooting mode dial lock button permanently pressed, shaving a few seconds off of switching shooting modes. It was all about them. They had no respect for my shooting mode dial lock button, or my sleek professional appearance.
Eventually my owner abandoned me, but left batteries inside me, and left my power switch turned on. It was a betrayal and felt like a death sentence. I languished in a dark and lonely camera bag for years — the old batteries slowly leaking corrosive chemicals into my circuits, dissolving electric pathways and damaging parts of my metal alloy body.
Finally, Rob Watson at PhotoRejuvo found and rescued me. He dusted me off, removed the ugly plastic tumor thing, treated the battery corrosion infection, made a wire stent reconnecting a damaged circuit board trace, made a special battery contact spring, repaired and cleaned up my corrosion damaged battery holder, and installed new film chamber light seals. He even fed me a roll of film, and took me out into the light for my final shooting test. Ahh, the light. It’s what I was made for!
I still bear some scars of my previous life, but I am fully functional, and think I look great for my age. Thanks to Rob Watson and PhotoRejuv, I have been given a new lease on light!
-Nikon N2000 (9/2026)
I am usually fairly well respected. After years of happily swinging along suspended by a rich tourist's designer shoulder strap, I began to be left at home more and more. Those posh new digital camera gizmos with their "matrix metering" and "auto focus" and "point and shoot" sillyness was beginning to replace all of us mechanical miracles of engineering. A sea-change was in the air and I didn't like it.
So, there I sat, unused for years. At least I was snug in my case, and kept in a cool dry place. Still, I really started missing the subtle satisfaction of user touch, controlling everything about taking a photograph, user-focusing, and changing aperture settings with my satisfying click-stop mechanisms, pressing that magic shutter button, and the warm and fuzzy feeling of a roll of film advancing through my film chamber. All that was gone now. I feared I'd end up in a landfill somewhere. I deserved more.
Finally, Rob Watson at PhotoRejuvo saw me on display in a glass case in some dusty second-hand shop. With no idea if I was functional or not, he picked me up, gently racked my shutter and rewind mechanisms, took a peek through my viewfinder paid the cashier, and took me home. He cleaned up my beautiful silver body panels, mirror and film chamber. He installed new light seals, and a super soft bumper pad for my mirror. He even fed me a roll of film, and took me on a few day trips to run me through its paces. I can tell when the tide turns, and it had for me.
I gleam in silver and black, still. I am fully functional and clean. Looking good and working fine. Thanks to Rob Watson and PhotoRejuvo, I have been given a new lease on light!
-Nikon FM2n (8/2026)
