One of my favorite things about photography is its ability to communicate across cultures. This communication happens not only with photography as a visual art form, but also with photography as a common interest between people. Talking about the tools of photography can bring people together as much as talking about pictures.
Nevin writes about photography with compact cameras over at GX Garnerings. I like reading English written by non-native speakers. It has a charm all its own. We’ll meet in person some day, Nevin, whether in Rome, Hong Kong or somewhere in between!
JRB and KJT are planning a trip to Thailand. We’re almost certainly going to join them. Maybe we’ll meet Nicoletta in India on the way back, or go the other way around and meet Alison somewhere high in the Andes or deep in the South American jungle… I also miss California… And do want to see more of Africa and the Middle East… Maybe the call of Asia leads to the rest of the world, or at least to a beach, somewhere.
Having too many things—accumulation—whether physical or psychological, can lead to stress. I know this from looking at my home, my parents’ house, from the outside. Inside I couldn’t see it, and I was too young. Now I do see it, and am making a conscious decision to live with the least I need.
I do have doubts about this.
It is good to have a home to return to, to look through old things and feel the flash of memories. It does imply pursuing past pleasures, living in the past, does it not?
We live now, not yesterday, not tomorrow. But, I do enjoy those flashes and the inspirations they sometimes bring…maybe I could use some sort of storage…maybe I should photograph and digitize as many objects as I can…a photographic project…thinking out loud here.
I am thinking about opening comments on selected posts here soon, inspired by Karim, who I still think should get a camera and go traveling and forget about marketing for a long while.
I don’t want conversations with friends to disappear in the ‘social network cloud’ should it all come crashing down, which I think is bound to happen at some point. After all, one of the best things to find in dusty boxes is an old letter from a friend, is it not?
This will be my dusty box on the internet…
The birthplace and final resting place of Benito Mussolini is becoming a Mecca for fascists from all over Europe. Thousands of black-shirted visitors descend on the small town of Predappio each year on the anniversaries of Il Duce’s birth, death and rise to power.
Ryan asked me (paraphrased):
bq.. So I too am always looking for the pocketable, digital, as close to rangefinder as possible.
That EP-1 looks nice, as does the new leaked Panasonic. I actually really like the feel and look of the Canon G10. Why the Ricoh over some of the others?
I’m posting my reply here in case it is useful to anyone else:
My criteria for choosing a GRD, based largely on reading about it and handling one for a few minutes once (without the optical viewfinder):
Superior handling and controls compared to other small digis.
Light, small camera. I don’t want to carry heavy things with me, especially when traveling. I was inspired by Alex Majoli, who has done much work with little digital compacts the past years.
Optical viewfinder on the flash hot-shoe. I don’t like framing by looking at a screen. I’m getting a Voigtlander 28mm all-metal finder because it has the 3:2 aspect ratio lines which I prefer over the 4:3 ratio in the Ricoh viewfinders (you can set 3:2 aspect ratio in the camera).
Single lens focal length. I like working with one focal length for an extended period to ‘learn it.’ I find it helps me concentrate on the scene in front of me. I think I would prefer if it were 35mm rather than 28mm, but it’ll do (and there’s an add-on lens to change it to 40mm I think). Been shooting with a 50mm equivalent lens on the Leica almost exclusively for 2 years…personally it’s time to learn a wider view…
Proven support by Ricoh—they issue firmwares and seem to listen to their customers and to what photographers want in a small ‘serious’ compact… Other cool features like square aspect ratio, very high-resolution screen, fast f/1.9 lens (in the new GRD III).
My other choices would be Panasonic LX3 and maybe the new Panasonic or Olympus EP-1… Panasonic LX3 would be my ‘zoom in’ far-away photos camera. The problem with the last two is that they are the first models of a new type of camera, and in my experience (M8 problems) I think it’s best to avoid these! The G10 is a bit too big I think…There are some comparison pictures in the bottom of this page (here’s a rough translated version).
Lastly, the GRD just looks damn cool :-)
Moon → Earth → Solar System → Local Interstellar Cloud → Local Bubble → Orion Arm → Milky Way → Local Group → Virgo Supercluster → Large-scale structure of the cosmos → Observable universe → Universe. 1/125 sec, f/11, ISO 200.
I am selling my Canon 5D full frame DSRL camera with a 50mm f/1.4 prime lens, 17–40mm f/4 L zoom wide angle lens and 70–200mm f/4 L image stabilized zoom telephoto lens for the prices below. All the equipment is clean and in perfect working condition. All Sold.
Two days ago I saw the sun setting into the Tyrrhenian Sea off the ancient Etruscan port of Pyrgi. While walking on the sand at dusk I decided I will go traveling and end up living by a beach somewhere early next year. I started the following list to help me get organized:
Pair of very good quality shoes suitable for all terrain and weather. Rugged, durable, dark brown or black. Comfortable to wear all day. Also wearable to social events when clean. Looks like something from Paraboots would do: Sebastião Salgado in an interview by Marcelle Katz in the Sunday Times, 1995:
“Almost more important than my cameras, are my boots. I’m on my feet maybe 14 hours a day and I walk a lot. When I travel, I take only one pair of black boots which I wear day and night. I’ve had the same pair for 13 years and they are practically glued to my feet. They are called paraboots—an old French brand, which were originally made for the workers in the markets of Les Halles. They’re not beautiful but they are capital!”
Pair of flip-flops
4 linen shirts, 1 dark brown, 1 light brown, 2 white (only one with short sleeves)
4 artificial fiber undervests
5 pairs of cotton socks
4 pairs of briefs
2 pairs of dark linen trousers
2 linen jackets, 1 of slightly heavier & warmer material than the other
Dark brown belt
Pair of linen shorts
Pair of swimming trunks, quick-drying
Small towel, quick-drying material
Hat (straw?) with neck string
Long cotton scarf, also suitable for wrapping around head as a turban
Metal or leather water bottle
Eye glasses & case
Contact lenses, case, saline water bottle
Toothbrush & small toothpaste tube
Pocket knife (Swiss army)
5-10 meter piece of string
Cotton cleaning cloth
Small first aid kit
Bar of soap (usable for washing of body & clothes)
Bottle of shampoo (small)
Wallet & coin pouch (small)
Notebook in leather sheaf (small)
Pen & pencil
2 small digital cameras with 3 spare batteries & 3 spare SD cards each
Small laptop computer with built-in wireless networking, as light as possible
Portable backup hard disk drive, as small as possible, with one cable (powered by the computer), potentially with capability to connect directly to camera
Mobile phone with wifi capability?
Lightweight small ‘daypack’ backpack, which can also be checked-in with ‘potentially explosive liquids’ and pocket knife
Good hand/backpack with space for all of the above, yet small enough to be taken with me in a commercial aeroplane’s cabin. Made to last. Maybe something from Saddleback Leather Company
Later in the evening, at Tre Casette, located between Sasso and the coast, I observed the moon rising above the dusty Roman horizon while listening to a surprisingly faithful Pink Floyd cover band consisting of a man and woman playing guitar and organ. They had sound mixers, lasers, lights and a smoke machine.
The breeze was gentle, the night balmy.
I didn’t have a camera.
Possible for Libero Pensiero.
I am moving from metal strut to strut in a large structure shaped like a helicopter. Other low-flying Apache war helicopters are flying inside, their rotor blades swung forward, chopping the air, searching for me. I manage to reach the opposite side of the structure and lower myself under a table. Amber is with me.
Looking back the way I came from I see a shape foraging beneath the struts. It notices me suddenly and begins to run toward the table. I move to the side where a corridor free of debris forms a line between myself and the monster I now see clearly: an armor-clad pig warrior, running on its two hind legs.
I have some sort of gun shaped like a hose which I point at the creature and fire repeatedly. It has no effect. The pig is almost on me and I realize I must kick it. I kick as hard as I can—CRACK!
I wake up with a noise and jolt. My right foot is planted between the bed’s wooden railings. It hurts, but nothing seems broken.