Gods! I love watching the photo-industry, following the rumors, and thinking about my current setup.
You see, it's a distraction from actually going out and making images. Isn't it so? Or perhaps it's what I do between shoots.
Canon looks to release a super small mini-Rebel DSLR. They'll do this perhaps tomorrow or the next day.
It'll be a very sweet treat for people invested in Canon DSLR, looking for a very small camera, and not wanting to sell (at a loss) to buy into a mirrorless system, like Panasonic/Olympus or Sony.
While I love my Sony NEX5 first generation cameras, there's something that attracts me to the idea of a small DSLR. I can't explain it. First I complain about the size of DSLRs and buy into a mirrorless system. Then I wish for a small DSLR and think about selling the mirrorless gear. Then I worry and wonder about Sony's yet to be announced full-frame NEX that is rumored to cost more than their current RX1 with the fixed mount Wonder Zeiss.
I have too much time on my hands and am left thinking and rethinking, hashing, and rehashing my image making tool choices.
I find myself in this silly though spiral after spending nearly three weeks processing a few rather tasty images from a photoshoot I had with Fracture. She came over from London to spend a weekend here in Paris. We worked a theme of Noir Victorian Gothic and it was a great experience. Now that I'm finished with the first big pass through the material, my mind has turned back to the mundane. Tools.
I know what would happen, too. I'd buy the new Wonder Toy. I'd be happy for a few weeks. But when the next photoshoot came up, I'd grab the 5D MkII and 7D and dive back into the studio to make more images. I trust these cameras as they've been with me for going on five years now and there is still nothing demonstrably better on the market today.
Last night, before I dropped off into the Land of Nod, I read in Reponses Photo #253 a letter that mirrored back to me the silliness of my emotions.
A person had been using a Canon 20D since they were introduced. They seem to limit their tool choices to two lenses, a 50mm f/1.4 and a 300mm f/4. The writer was bemoaning the fact his beloved camera suffered serious heart failure (as in deep electronics "went south") and they needed to replace the boite with something new.
I think back to my old film days. First I'd own a Canon AE1. Then I'd sell it and buy a Nikon FM. I'd sell the Nikon FM to buy a Pentax MX. Then I'd sell the Pentax MX to buy a Canon F1. Oh, such a circle it was. Predictably, I had very little to show for it. And this was before I wandered down the large format film camera road, which was a Minor Insanity all it's own. All the while admiring those artists who used their Leicas and Sinar systems for decades on end.
This morning I stood back and looked at my chosen tools of image making and know, intellectually, that I can't make any better image by acquiring more or by changing the mix of what I already have.
Still, it's fun looking through "what's new" and wonder.
I must be Mad. Really. I must be.
My only hope, in the Deepest Darkest Night, is that I have a few images to show for all this Thrashing Madness after all is said and done.
You see, it's a distraction from actually going out and making images. Isn't it so? Or perhaps it's what I do between shoots.
Canon looks to release a super small mini-Rebel DSLR. They'll do this perhaps tomorrow or the next day.
It'll be a very sweet treat for people invested in Canon DSLR, looking for a very small camera, and not wanting to sell (at a loss) to buy into a mirrorless system, like Panasonic/Olympus or Sony.
While I love my Sony NEX5 first generation cameras, there's something that attracts me to the idea of a small DSLR. I can't explain it. First I complain about the size of DSLRs and buy into a mirrorless system. Then I wish for a small DSLR and think about selling the mirrorless gear. Then I worry and wonder about Sony's yet to be announced full-frame NEX that is rumored to cost more than their current RX1 with the fixed mount Wonder Zeiss.
I have too much time on my hands and am left thinking and rethinking, hashing, and rehashing my image making tool choices.
I find myself in this silly though spiral after spending nearly three weeks processing a few rather tasty images from a photoshoot I had with Fracture. She came over from London to spend a weekend here in Paris. We worked a theme of Noir Victorian Gothic and it was a great experience. Now that I'm finished with the first big pass through the material, my mind has turned back to the mundane. Tools.
I know what would happen, too. I'd buy the new Wonder Toy. I'd be happy for a few weeks. But when the next photoshoot came up, I'd grab the 5D MkII and 7D and dive back into the studio to make more images. I trust these cameras as they've been with me for going on five years now and there is still nothing demonstrably better on the market today.
Last night, before I dropped off into the Land of Nod, I read in Reponses Photo #253 a letter that mirrored back to me the silliness of my emotions.
A person had been using a Canon 20D since they were introduced. They seem to limit their tool choices to two lenses, a 50mm f/1.4 and a 300mm f/4. The writer was bemoaning the fact his beloved camera suffered serious heart failure (as in deep electronics "went south") and they needed to replace the boite with something new.
I think back to my old film days. First I'd own a Canon AE1. Then I'd sell it and buy a Nikon FM. I'd sell the Nikon FM to buy a Pentax MX. Then I'd sell the Pentax MX to buy a Canon F1. Oh, such a circle it was. Predictably, I had very little to show for it. And this was before I wandered down the large format film camera road, which was a Minor Insanity all it's own. All the while admiring those artists who used their Leicas and Sinar systems for decades on end.
This morning I stood back and looked at my chosen tools of image making and know, intellectually, that I can't make any better image by acquiring more or by changing the mix of what I already have.
Still, it's fun looking through "what's new" and wonder.
I must be Mad. Really. I must be.
My only hope, in the Deepest Darkest Night, is that I have a few images to show for all this Thrashing Madness after all is said and done.
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