i’ve written about my camera before. i love it. it has been a great little tool. a lot of my blogging is inspired by a good photo. and my camera has given me many, many photos, some of them pretty good. but lately, the colours aren’t as vibrant as they used to be.
the macros aren’t as crisp. and it takes a lot longer, with a lot more fiddling with settings to get a decent shot.
and if i use the flash, a small puff of smoke comes out of the camera. i’m not kidding. like the old-timey magnesium flash puffs, on a miniature scale. it’s a little concerning.
i find that i’m just not taking as many photos. and i’m not taking my camera with me to as many places. i regret this a little. for example, just last week, i was on a walk and saw a small otter under a bridge. it kept looking up at me. i crept a bit closer and saw that it was enjoying a meal of three little fish it had just caught. there was a wet trail leading from the edge of the water to where it was dining. the otter had the sweetest little face and fuzzy ears, and once it realized i wasn’t about to take his food — or make him my food (i imagine those were his concerns, but what do i know? perhaps he was thinking “lady, are you sure about those pants with those shoes?”) — he hungrily munched away ignoring my presence. i wished i had my camera with me. but even if i did, i’m not sure i would have been able to capture the moment.
i dunno. sometimes, it’s good to take a break. on our last camping trip, i left my camera at home. it was nice not worrying about where my camera was, whether it was going to get dirt/sunscreen/water on it. i didn’t have to remember to bring it along on hikes, in case i saw something interesting. and i saw interesting things, imagine that.
my birthday is coming up. maybe i’ll get a new camera. i don’t know if i’ll get another point-and-shoot, or maybe something a little… more. but i don’t want to be tied down by equipment, and to be honest, i don’t want to be that mom at the school play with the telephoto lens snapping obnoxiously away in your ear.
(sorry if you’re that mom. no really, i’m sorry. quit it already ;-) your child isn’t posing for the cover of vogue… but holy cow, that’s a good shot you got of my kid! email me that one, will you?)
maybe there’s a happy medium out there.