Oh, my friends. It’s been so long since I have worked with a real camera. Again, that was a bit snoots there. Phone cameras are getting so good that I think they are still very artistic tools, don’t get me wrong. Especially the iphone camera, I think that will be my next phone once my old faithful Samsung Android finally dies… which might be never. Like I said, faithful.
BUT, I finally unboxed my beauty Canon EOS M50. And after some brushing up on my manual skills, like, did they change how to attach a lens? I feel like they changed it. I started playing with it.
I also had this really weird revelation that some part of having beautiful family and personal photos is a kind of a socioeconomic privilege? Why? Because even, with my puffy, sweaty from chores, after midnight face, I looked pretty amazing in the viewfinder. All it took was a bit of knowledge and a $500 camera. Maybe that is coming to an end with amazing phone cameras like Google and Apple? That’s a much nicer thought.
Anyway, even though I did not keep the after midnight puffy face photos. I did take her, Dame Canon, on my daily walk with my son. And the pictures were beautiful. (Like I said, I was a bit rusty. But I managed, in between making sure my son didn’t run into the street. I also accidentally bopped him with it when I ran to catch him. So, he is not a fan of my new lady.)
And then today, I was thinking about that snooty-ness that I have been radiating about real cameras and brought my phone on a morning walk with the bubba. I turned on the pro-mode which I am slightly embarrassed to say, I usually don’t because my literal focus is on my son. Ok, I shouldn’t be embarrassed by that. These walks are really about him. Not my hobby.
Anyway, I am putting a few of these gems up side by side. And I can tell you, both make great shots.
Loosing his pants there in that last one… Those are actually his Daddy’s pants from the 80’s. But like most white men, the bubba just doesn’t have a butt to hold up his pants. I need to get him a belt.
Now as my dad just told me, no matter what rules have changed in the 30 years since he was shooting professionally, you have to practice, practice, practice.
I think it’s something like a thousand pictures before you even start intentional projects.
So, practice, practice, practice. Although, my son is starting to get a little mad at the constant camera in his face…
Tough cookies, kid.
Ok, I’ll get you some cookies. You earned them.
holly loves john 