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For three years of my life, I was disgusted by digital cameras.
I’d spend evenings and weekends wandering – looking for that particular shot: nothing specific, but something old in a new way. Anticipating gorgeousness, as it coalesced on the matte paper, as I tipped the shallow dish back and forth, washing chemicals across. I’d know then. I got “the shot.”
I was slow to come ‘round. The hard work of art felt cheapened by the instant gratification digital provided, the manipulation programs making it too fast, too easy.
My favorite camera broke. It wasn’t cheaper to buy a film camera anymore, and then spend all that money on processing.
I had growing babies snuggled in my arms, but it took two years of being without for the lens itch to catch up and strangle my loyalty to the 35 mm.
I bought a point and click. It didn’t satisfy the lens itch. The manual settings were a bokeh tease, but I tolerated it.
Two years went that way. It was November; the leaves were gorgeous, and I wished out loud for something more proficient capturing the memories.
Three lenses, a Nikon body, a bag to put it all in, and I professed my undying love for two lifetimes.
I spent months traipsing all over, shutter-clicking until I was gorged on creativity.
I might be a digital sell out, but I’ve collected some amazing memories in thousands of images with my cherished digital camera. (: Enjoy!
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