Two years ago before our daughter’s wedding in Italy she asked me to take a picture of her maid-of-honor fixing her hair.
“Sure,” I replied and grabbed my old android TracFone and snapped a photo of the precious moment.
“Let me see,” she insisted.
I showed her the picture.
Her bride-to-be nose wrinkled with disdain. Assuredly she was anxious on her wedding day–who can blame her? but her next words became legend in this family: “What a sh*t phone! Can anyone else take a picture, please?”
Yes, I have a history of sh*t phones. You see, we can’t get proper cell phone coverage here in our neck of the woods. We’re incognito hidden from appropriate towers. Trying to hold a conversation here in our little house? Impossible. Total static, if connection even happens.
They’ve been text-messaging saviors, these sh*t phones, yes indeed. They transmit texts just fine. About ten years ago our teenage niece wanted to text her million friends all night long. We found her at 5 a.m. sound asleep in the corner chair–with her arm in the air clutching her phone, catching the only cell phone waves in the house. (I’ve regretted not taking her photo ever since.)
Let’s not be too hasty to dis the android phones, because sometimes it’s just a change of perspective, isn’t it? Here were the benefits: They were inexpensive. They worked just fine outside of our cloistered woods. You could use Google maps and discover unknown places, except they refused to speak Bluetooth through the car speakers and only chattered away from the phone speakers.
The latest of the sh*t phones has been dying a long painful death since the wedding photo debacle. It quit taking crisp and clear pictures six months ago. And suddenly refused to keep a battery charge for a daylong trip to Marquette 78 miles away.
I’ve been all talk and no action for two years waiting for the right moment to upgrade into the modern world.
And guess what? Last month was the right moment!
I decided to upgrade. No big service fees because, honestly, we don’t use it as a regular reliable phone and already pay for an established landline. TracFone advertised all sorts of phone deals and I found an IPhone SE for 199 bucks, yessiree! A modern chic little lassie! Add a couple hundred dollars for one year’s service and you can get unlimited talk and texts. Data is not free, so will have to learn how this works.
(I have hooked her up to wireless to see if she’ll eek out a phone conversation from our little house in the woods but that’s been a bit sketchy so far.)
It’s been a total hoot learning how to use this new phone! OK, I am kinda lying, because it’s been both a hoot and a pain in the a**. It’s been so fun to have a phone that knows how to take photos. It’s SO fun! And the pictures ain’t half bad, are they?
The phone actually knows how to focus, sweet dear. It can take pictures INSIDE and knows how to address proper lighting.
For a point-and-shoot gal like myself it’s perfect.
I like taking pictures to capture feelings and the spirit-being of the world. Like the picture of the fungus–it FEELS like the circle of life, doesn’t it?
The white thistle pic at the beginning FEELS like a bursting-open in the center of the solar plexus.
The cedar root picture FEELS like the body is stretching out green and mossy into infinity.
(OK, OK, sometimes it’s also fun to take photos of beauty or actual objects, yes it is.)
I may not be taking the heavy old Canon Rebel “big girl” camera–often used for photos on this blog–out much in the near future. This lassie is just too light and easy to carry around for walks in the woods or out on the road.
The sh*t phone is history.