Early Days of the Beastie

That's not even one of my favourite Jethro Tull songs, but when I told one of my former students (who helped start the school's Photography Club, of which I was the happy figurehead advisor) that Mike and I had finally pulled the trigger on buying a Canon 7D, he messaged back "I MUST SEE THIS BEAST."

And so my little beastie she now is. She must be a girl; she requires a little know-how and exploration to make happy, for one thing.

I've been camera shopping ever since October, when Mike's dad booked the Alaskan cruise, and it was then that I thought, "I could probably use a wider lens... or at least some kind of glass upgrade."

Man in Rogue Photo Booth

(Unrelated photo inserted to break up wall of text. Taken in January while wandering around the top of the Stratosphere. The photo booth had just mysteriously detached from its spot and rolled toward the Strat's glass windows! Now that's a photo that would've worked on any camera. Oh, great, now I've just added to a new wall of text.)

One thing led to another... for about eight months of stewing and considering and reconsidering. My beloved Canon Rebel XT (aka 350d) of nearly seven years is feeling its age. I have a few nice lenses and an entry-level telephoto zoom (Canon's 50-250), but I seem to keep the (urgh) kit lens on way too much, just for the convenience.

(On those rare times I dust off the camera. The iPhone has changed my snapshottin' life.)

So I should get a new walkaround lens, right? But how could I put lovely glass on a sorta-slow camera that got noisy at 800 ISO (and didn't go past 1600)? And, if my estimated shutter count was correct, this was a camera that might not live through the Alaskan journey? (You don't even want to know how many shots I have to take of a moving dwarf hamster to get one decent pic, and there have been many hamsters over the years.)

Don't get me wrong: I don't worship gear. I know my old Rebel can take outstanding photos in the right hands, even with the kit lens. Some of my favourite photos are black. Er, I mean that some of my fave photos came off my old gas station 35mm with all the stunning advantages one-hour processing brings.


But while I technically have everything in my twee power and then some to create engaging photos - camera, general academic understanding of manual camera use, a fundamentally creative spirit, and, when all else fails, a not-terribly-old version of Photoshop - the fact is that I have been slack.

Palace Station

(Another disconnected photo. View of Palace Station and the southwest Valley, almost to where I live, from the Strat. January.)

I grasped the art of not screwing up snapshots and have been on a smiley haywagon of pleasant adequacy ever since. (This must be how all those Twilight fans feel.)

Oh, once in awhile I put on the 50mm and revel in the blurred background that comes with a shallow depth of field, but - despite taking tens of thousands of digital photos - I was probably at my most creative when I was shooting film and playing in the darkroom. I wasn't good, but I was far more playful.

So, some will probably find it odd (dare we say foolish) that someone who is really just looking to have a few more advantages (high ISO, frames per second) for a point-and-shoot lifestyle went for the 7D. A camera that, people warned, was not going to work its magic if I didn't use my brain a bit. A camera that has been on the market for two years already?

Well, like I said, I spent eight months figuring this out, reflecting on where I've been and considering where I want to go. I stayed in the Canon family because of my existing lenses. (I don't advocate for one system over another. For someone like me, they're all great.) I handled several models. I looked at comparisons. I read reviews. I read flame wars. I read my heart. Although I don't deserve it (yet?), the 7D it was.

And so I nearly wet my pants laughing when this scene came up on last Sunday's Veep:

(It's like a dramatic interpretation of certain DPReview.com forums)

The camera arrived while we were at Disneyland, so at first I was too worn out to fool with it. (Sign number one that I don't deserve this camera, I know.) Then I wanted to wait for the walkaround lens. (I went with Canon's 15-85. I agree that it's overpriced, even on sale, but it's just perfect for what I want, and I guess Canon knows that. Luckily I had bushels of Amazon Visa card points to soften a fair chunk of the sticker price.)

Then I finally took a few photos. My first impressions:

1. God, I'm crap.

2. These crap photos taken by a crap photographer who is so lazy* that she's just lolling on the sofa and pointing the lens at the TV stand are totally crap, but they are also a bazillion times better than if I'd taken the same photos with the old Rebel and the same lens. And I wasn't even trying. 3200 ISO with noise reduction, where have you been all my life?!

*(Mike and I ended up having some sort of bug. We're both still shaking it off, so I'm going to forgive myself for having already reneged on the inner promise I made to build a light tent as soon as the camera arrived. I think it's just allergies, but it could also be this alien living in my Upper Ladygarden who has been trying to claw his way out.

Yeah, so we're at Disney, right? Grand Californian - yes, we're seeing off America in a bit of style, but that's another post. Also, it was on sale, 25%-off. Anyway, I'm all, feel this lump! Mike doesn't feel anything. I don't look at it because it's below the Tumtum Obstructed Viewing Area, plus the hotel mirrors are kind of high, plus it's dark, because it's our middle-of-the-day nap. We're old. I forget about it until we get home the next day and I take a shower. Holy Boloney! I have an enormous bruise on, er, that area. It's about six inches long, one-to-two inches wide, and BLACK with hints of purple. Like the worst birthmark you could bring to the junior high gym locker room ever. What. The Hell.

I take Exhibit A to Mike, who literally - yes, literally - does that move where you flinch back then immediately peer closer in disbelief. Biggest, blackest bruise of my life in the WEIRDEST place, with the hint of a lump, although Mike still can't feel it. I can probably only feel it because it's sore when I probe. Otherwise, I'd happen to have to look in the mirror or touch just the right spot in the right way to know that my bikini line has started taking advice from Mick Jagger and is painting it black, black as coal, black as the sun blotted out from the sky.

"Maybe you were hit by a turnstile at Disney?" Mike wonders. Except I always go in Disney turnstiles sideways, what with the park having opened in 1955 and my body having expanded to trendy modern obesity standards. Lap bars? No, again, my stomach is on guard duty protecting that area when I sit down. What. The. Hell.

It's been almost a week since I noticed the lump that is probably not a lump. I have no idea when or how this injury occured. Anyway, the bruise is getting lighter. And if a pod of alien spiders bursts out of the not-probably-a-lump-but-we'll-keep-an-eye-on-it, I can film it all on HD video, thanks to the new camera. Meanwhile, I am lazy, but mystery bruise + maybe allergies or Disney cooties means I'm excused from my way cool idea for a light tent which is, as always, a matter for another post.)


(Artist's rendition of what the alien spider pod may look like. Not to scale. Also just another unrelated photo from the top of the Strat. The visit in January was Mike's first! Time is running out for the Farewell Tour.)

Where was I?

Oh yes. The camera.

I love it!

I see what people mean about needing to think if you're going to harness its powers, but we took it out this afternoon and, honestly, I'm a-ok with its snapshots. I spent a lot of time remembering stuff long-forgotten (changing the exposure! flipping the image stabilization switch! choosing the right focus mode!), and mostly I remembered it because I would look at the shot afterward and say, "Oops." (But then, because photos were still taking second fiddle to other things, not bothering to do it right. Oh, I am a living burr to all kinds of common sense.) But I did have it out of Program mode (that nudge just above the two Auto modes) about half of the time. Go me!

What I haven't gotten yet is a good ham-ham photo, but I suppose trying to take photos in a mostly dark room with only a bit of natural light and have something end up being in focus (especially since I wasn't in "machine gun mode") is still a skill beyond my ken (and beyond my shaky hands, and beyond the swift scurry of the bold Russian dwarf hamster).

Still, I tried. Here's Vanessa with a nearly focused eye as she does her funny hopping run in the saucer:

Vanessa, Hopping in Her Saucer

And here's Dudley giving some tunnel sugar to Roy:

Duddy and Roy

We went to Tivoli Village. I played with the shutter speed a little. AIR FIVE!

Tivoli Village - Fountain

I loved the circular polarizer on my old kit lens (see, I know about some stuff), but I don't know how I feel about the one I got for the new lens (a B+W 72mm multi-coated). It's super-thin (because of the semi-wide angle of the lens), thus hard to turn, and also the substitute cap plops off all the time. It's also not as dramatic as my Tiffen. But, it seems to get the job done on reflective surfaces (when I can turn it), and I never cared for the deeply saturated skies I could get on the Tiffen anyway. I liked how the polarizer helped me get this photo:

Tivoli Village - Reflections

And this is a SOOC (straight out of camera, I learned that from the Pioneer Woman before she became less of a funny woman and more of a brand, but more power to her and all that) shot of Mike. I'm not saying it couldn't use any post processing, and the composition has nothing going for it, but I'm a bit giddy that I can take an indoor, flash-free photo in Program mode, to which the camera assigned a high ISO (3200), and not have it come out murky or as if behind a veil of sand. (Low standards are the key to happiness, you know.)

Mike - Bottles and Burgers

I would share more, but Tivoli Village deserves its own post.

Oh, bah. As if I'll ever get around to it. Here we go. All of these are just point-and-shoots with slight curve adjustment and sharpening in Photoshop. I'm still getting the hang of a many new buttons and button placements, but if this is the worst I'm probably going to do with my beastie, things could get beautifully interesting down the road. (Or not. It's all good.)

Tivoli Village - Stairwell

Tivoli Village - Brio

P.S. I don't trust insurance companies, and I've had bad experiences with State Farm before, but their Personal Articles policy for cameras seems really good. We don't have a house (we've been saving ourselves and our sheckels for Oz), so I couldn't do it as a rider on a homeowners policy. (Which I know comes with its own issues, but that seems to be the simplest way.) I'm not using the camera professionally, so I can't join various groups that offer coverage. People in forums, where the question comes up frequently, seemed to despair of a solution for amateurs who rent.

Today I bought a "all peril" Personal Articles policy from State Farm that covers the camera and new lens (I didn't even think to ask about our older macro lens, which is still in production, mostly because I'm a spazz) for $32/year. No deductible. No conditions. I can drop it, spill things on it, accidentally drive my car over it, or cry after someone steals it, and it will be replaced. (Crud, I should've insured the value of the memory card that might be inside, too. My brain is on point-and-shoot mode, too.) This policy is independent of my renter's policy. It works anywhere in the world. When we move to Australia, nothing will change.

Of course, we'll see where the loopholes may be if anything actually happens, but right now I'm kind of impressed. One more gratuitous shot to alleviate the bricks of babble:

Tivoli Village - Brio Panels

Let's end with a better Tull song (from the year I was born)...

30 May 2012 |






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