Cemeteries & Fungi

When I sold my 60D, I felt strange.  It had been my companion for so long and I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d made the right choice.  Was I going to be happy with my little OM-D?  Only time would tell.  On the up side, my selling the 60D had freed up some funds for the one thing my OM-D was lacking: a good lens.  Or two.

There are dozens of choices when it comes to lenses for this little camera so it took me a while to narrow down my options, but I eventually settled on two prime lenses: the 17mm f1.8 and the 45mm f1.8.  (With a prime lens, zooming is provided by your own movement either towards or away from the subject of your photographic gaze.)  I loved the 17mm lens straight away and I’ve been using it for photos of my op shop finds and my handknitted goodies.  The 45mm lens, though… I didn’t feel the love.  But this is exactly what happened with my 50mm lens on my 60D: all I needed to do was force myself to use the lens until I worked out what it was best at.

I finally had a chance to do that when I visited the parents in Beechworth recently. Continue reading

A Fond Farewell

Last Friday, I bade farewell to a good friend.  A friend who’d been with me at all the important events of the past few years.  A friend who’d joined me on roadtrips and Failboats adventures and had even shared my cabin on a Pacific Island cruise.

Before things start to sound unnecessarily maudlin, I should explain that this friend is an inanimate object and I actually sold it, so I brought all of this on myself.  It doesn’t stop me from feeling as though I’m missing something important, though.

Because last Friday, I sold my DSLR. Continue reading

A New Baby… Camera

If you spend any sort of time around me, you’ll know I love photography.  In fact, anyone in my immediate proximity is pretty much a sitting victim for my camera, no matter what you happen to be doing.  I love photographing my cats or old ruined buildings or taking up the challenge of capturing the ordinary moments because those seem to be the times we’re more likely to forget.

That’s what I love about photography.  Here’s what I don’t love:

  • My camera weighs around 1.5 kilograms, even with my smaller lens attached;
  • Camera bags are a) ugly, b) often not easy to access, and, c) pretty much only have room for a camera and lenses;
  • It’s far too heavy to hang around my neck;
  • It’s far too precious to trust it to a strap slung over my shoulder (paranoia and I are BFFs);
  • It is incredibly unsubtle.  There’s no way you could miss the fact that I’m taking an Important Photo with a Serious Camera.

All of this tends to keep me from bringing my camera with me everywhere, which means I’m failing to practise and improve my skills.  So here’s what I decided to do about it… Continue reading