Friends and former classmates are now starting their families, their pink-faced babies smiling up into world, but the newest edition to my world is a bit more mechanical: my new camera.
After years of deciding, daydreaming, negotiating, fantasizing and worrying about making the “right choice,” I finally did it: I broke down and bought a DSLR. And not just any camera, friends, but a Canon Rebel T1i.
Though I received my first digital camera as a college graduation gift and have really been playing with photography in the past three years, I grew up in front of a very special lens: my mother’s. Mom has been taking photos of family, friends, events, places and life for as long as I can remember. My sister and I joke that the sound of her shutter opening and the distinct ba-duh-DUH! of the photo taking was the soundtrack of our childhoods.
I’ve loved playing with my little point-and-shoot, and I think I’ve managed to take some good shots — regardless of my less-than-professional equipment. That goes to show you it’s the photographer — not the camera — that achieves spectacular results. (Oh, and Photoshop. Photoshop helps, too.)
My new baby doesn’t cry, squeal, require naps or attempt to snatch my earrings from my ears — but it can record all of those things, and probably in high definition. I’m looking forward to capturing many moments with the Rebel . . . no changing of diapers necessary.