One lens for a whole weekend
I packed for a two-day trip to the coast and caught myself putting three lenses in the bag. I took two of them back out. The OM-1 went with the 50mm and nothing else, plus three rolls of Gold 200.
The first afternoon was frustrating. Every scene seemed to want something wider or longer, and I kept stopping, framing, and walking on without pressing the shutter. By the evening that changed. Instead of asking which lens a scene needed, I started asking where I needed to stand. That question is far more useful.
Walking instead of zooming
A fixed focal length turns composition into a physical act. Too much sky, take two steps forward. Background too busy, crouch. I came back with fewer frames than usual, about sixty across two days, but a higher share of them are ones I would print.
About the film
Gold 200 is cheap and cheerful and I mean that as praise. In bright spring light it gives warm skin tones and saturated blues, and it handles a stop of overexposure without complaint. It does not love being underexposed, so in the shade I gave it an extra stop over what the meter said.
Next time I might go further and take the 35mm alone. Or I might not plan at all, which is the real lesson.