Posts Tagged ‘landscape’
Olynmpus XZ-1
The Olympus XZ-1 has been sitting on a shelf, for a long time. It was time to ressurect it. The lens at it’s widest setting is very decent, even seven or eight years on from it’s launch. Mobile phones may replace the lower end of small cameras but as far as I’m concerned there is a place for a designated small format camera with all the PSAM controls. What has worked against the small format camera is the high price in comparison to a mobile phone, and at lower end, cameras seemed to me to be sluggish. A wifi or NFC capable small format camera with a decent lens is a nice companion to the modern smart phone.
Micro Four Thirds and Obsolescence
An obsolete camera, shooting ancient rock. But is obsolescence a journey or a destination?
That’s a choice every individual must make at some stage in their life.
Going through Stuff
Never having the time, or never making the time to work on personal photographic project is something of a bug bear with me. I’ve a dose of pics, some panoramic for a trip to New Zealand from four years ago that I have to dig out and start processing into usable images. The funky thing is, most of them were shot with a Fuji S1, the original Frankencamera, and this one is a true cliché.
So there I was sitting in my car…
So there I was, sitting in the car in a state of inertia. My wife and kids had gone to the UK to see their Gran and I’m home alone in the village of Greystones, in the county of Wicklow. I’ve spent the last few weeks on interminable doorsteps and hit a low when I realised; “wait a minute, when was the last time I actually went out and made a picture?” Being a press photographer, quite often, the job is as much about not photographing as it is about making a picture.
So I’m sitting in the car, in the horrors – had a few during the week with a buddy – “fuck it,” I keep saying to myself. Fuck the whole lot… fuck the job, fuck photography” This has been going around my head like a swarm of bees for the last few days. BZZZZZZZZZ….. Fuck.
So, it being a Sunday, it thought to myself; “Church, why hadn’t I gone?, again…”
It started to lash out of the heavens, the sun broke through the clouds and, all I could say was: “Thank you God.”
