I am trying to make a decision.
The kind of decision where you think of every possible related fact, feeling and eventuality.
Would you mind if I shared the latest conundrum here?
The pertinent question is: should I buy a point-and-shoot camera?
Before 2008 I rarely used a camera. Didn’t believe in ’em. It felt like taking pictures interfered with the moment. There you were, having a wonderful time, engaged in a wonderful moment, and you were supposed to put all this on hold and take a picture? I mean, c’mon, people. Let’s live life instead!
In late 2008 I started a year-long outdoor blog. Barry told me to put pictures in the posts. “People like pictures,” he said. “They break up the text.” (As a veteran newspaper editor, he knows things like this.)
I sniffed in disdain, having always been a word person, thank you very kindly. Rarely glanced at photos or advertisements. Just the words, only the words, forget all the la-de-da visual arts.
Of course–when one sniffs in disdain–one is usually ready to be educated. Thus, I fell head-over-heels in love with photography. For an entire year, mind you! Couldn’t quit shooting the little Sony Cybershot. Loved the darling. Adored her. Thought she was a new extension of the typing fingers. Could have kissed her sweet little lens.
Took her everywhere. In public bathrooms, the beach, long hikes, the woods, everywhere, simply everywhere. I loved the spontaneity, the smallness of the camera, the unobtrusiveness of it.
After the year-long outdoor blog ended, I started Lake Superior Spirit. That’s when the yearning for a “big girl’s camera” grew. I dreamed of a Canon or Nike where one might get better quality shots. Where one might be able to better focus in low light. Where one’s photography might be properly oooohed and ahhhhhed. Where one would be utterly mesmerized by crisp, sharp, in-focus, delightful, wonderful, amazing pictures.
The Cybershot conveniently expired, so in Autumn, 2010, I took the plunge. Bought a Canon Rebel. And oh did the Canon take good pictures! (Sometimes.) Sometimes it took excellent photos–pictures that Ms. Cybershot could never attain. Oh, did it glory with its long adjustable lens! (Sometimes.) Oh, did it take good close-ups! (Occasionally.) Oh, did it take better indoor shots. (Yep, it usually did take passable ones.)
But here’s the nitty-gritty scoop. A big girl’s camera is meant to be utilized. One must learn to fiddle and adjust. One must learn about f-stops and ISO and white balance. One must learn technology. One must, truly, dedicate oneself to studying a little photography, c’mon, get off your butt and learn!
The truth of the matter is: even though I cursorily tried, I could care less about the technology of photography. I like capturing the feel of what is being said. End of story. Point. Feel. Shoot. Simple, huh?
In the past year or longer the dear sweet Canon Rebel stays mostly in her case. (Except for rare exciting moments like the Nicaragua trip, or our sunset cruise on Munising Bay or the first snow or other memorable moments.)
Besides the disinterest in learning anything about photography? What else keeps Ms. Rebel in her bag?
1.) She’s too heavy.
2.) She’s too awkward.
3.) She’s too obvious. You can’t take her out unobtrusively and casually capture the moment. It’s like you have to take baby out of her stroller. By the time you’re finished unwrapping and adjusting and fiddling, the moment is past.
I still like the quality of her shots in certain instances. They are generally clearer, sharper and more in focus. (That is, when I remember to focus.) But, the truth of the matter is: I don’t take her out to play. Hardly at all. I don’t feel like taking pictures anymore. The fun seems to have disappeared.
So. Should we buy a Point and Shoot again? A little dear with a sweet lens that can be casually clicked in conversation? (Some of you may want to suggest an iPhone. No can do. We don’t have service in our neck of the woods.)
There is also the niggling question: what if we buy the handy-dandy little camera…and I’m STILL not interested in taking photos, ever again? It would be a huge waste of precious dollars, which have to fund a new laptop computer in not-too-distant days. I still have thousands of photos to illustrate any story which might arise.
Thank you for listening to my latest conundrum. Am trying to decide the appropriate answer before the Florida trip because I simply do not want to lug the Canon Rebel down to the sunny beaches. No matter what quality of sharper-image photos she can take. But how can one not take photos of dear family members boating along the Back Bay with wind in their hair?