Desert Reflections Oh my, what a schlep! Let me sigh a little as I type this from my phone, aboard the 218 express - Belfast to Coleraine. [sighs] I have had 8 hours flight time and 6 hours bus time to reflect upon 4 heady days in The United Arab Emirates - and primary in my reflections is photography. As I spoke about in an earlier post, I took 5 cameras out with me: Trusty Trip, Peculiar Pentax, Fun Fujifilm, Optimum OM1 and Capable Canon. Guess who (that’s right, I personify my cameras) never left the bag? That’s right. The Canon 300D with two fully charged batteries and two memory cards and a Zuiko OM 24mm. Never got a look in. I sighed and ached at the beauty of desert light and colours in my OM1’s oversized viewfinder. I swapped to Ilford FP4 after going through 3 colour films, and then I was crestfallen at the colour I was missing with it. I smiled and puzzled at the Pentax Mum bought me. As I thought it might, some zoom and a flash came in handy! I wound and snapped and snapped and snapped with the trusty little Trip: deliberately choosing tough lighting situations to see how it handled it all… sort of a test. I am still, as ever misplaced, dubious at having so little to control. I shot curious and candour and car journeys with the Fujifilm Instax - it really is a little bit of magic. http://instagram.com/p/hn8wM9qZn1/ But the Canon? The digital? It had no place in my cannon. I was too happy not chimping and fretting at whether I had got the shot or not. I was too happy just shooting and forgetting what I had shot, I look forward to the heartbreak and delight that is getting film back in the mail. P.S., The Grand Mosque at sunset via iPhone 5. Is that 6 cameras I took, then?

Desert Reflections

Oh my, what a schlep! Let me sigh a little as I type this from my phone, aboard the 218 express - Belfast to Coleraine.

[sighs]

I have had 8 hours flight time and 6 hours bus time to reflect upon 4 heady days in The United Arab Emirates - and primary in my reflections is photography.

As I spoke about in an earlier post, I took 5 cameras out with me: Trusty Trip, Peculiar Pentax, Fun Fujifilm, Optimum OM1 and Capable Canon. Guess who (that’s right, I personify my cameras) never left the bag? That’s right. The Canon 300D with two fully charged batteries and two memory cards and a Zuiko OM 24mm. Never got a look in.

I sighed and ached at the beauty of desert light and colours in my OM1’s oversized viewfinder. I swapped to Ilford FP4 after going through 3 colour films, and then I was crestfallen at the colour I was missing with it.

I smiled and puzzled at the Pentax Mum bought me. As I thought it might, some zoom and a flash came in handy!

I wound and snapped and snapped and snapped with the trusty little Trip: deliberately choosing tough lighting situations to see how it handled it all… sort of a test. I am still, as ever misplaced, dubious at having so little to control.

I shot curious and candour and car journeys with the Fujifilm Instax - it really is a little bit of magic.
http://instagram.com/p/hn8wM9qZn1/

But the Canon? The digital? It had no place in my cannon. I was too happy not chimping and fretting at whether I had got the shot or not. I was too happy just shooting and forgetting what I had shot, I look forward to the heartbreak and delight that is getting film back in the mail.

P.S., The Grand Mosque at sunset via iPhone 5. Is that 6 cameras I took, then?

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