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16 Mar 2010 Remembering The Irish
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Irish Famine Memorial

Another one of the shots from the lakeshore photowalk on Feb 21 that included the Irish Famine Memorial. St. Patty’s day is actually tomorrow, but there was a parade last Sunday, which I missed — again! Argh!

Here’s what Wikipedia has to say about St. Patrick’s Day in Canada:

The longest-running Saint Patrick’s Day parade in Canada occurs each year in Montreal, the flag of which has a shamrock in one of its corners. The parades have been held in continuity since 1824.

In the City of Toronto from 1919 to 1927, the Toronto Maple Leafs were known as the Toronto St. Patricks, wore green jerseys. In 1999 when the Leafs played on Hockey Night in Canada (national broadcast of the NHL) on Saint Patrick’s Day, the Leafs wore the green St. Pats retro jersey. There is a large parade in the city’s downtown core that attracts over 100,000 spectators.

Although the baseball season is still in the spring training phase when Saint Patrick’s Day rolls around, the Toronto Blue Jays wear green uniforms for the occasion.[citation needed] The Toronto Raptors professional basketball team also wears a green alternate uniform to celebrate the holiday.

Some groups, notably Guinness, have lobbied to make Saint Patrick’s Day a federal (national) holiday.

In March 2009, the Calgary Tower had changed its top exterior lights to new green-coloured CFL bulbs just in time for Saint Patrick’s Day. The lights were in fact part of the environmental non-profit organization, Project Porchlight, and were Green to represent environmental concerns. Approximately 210 lights were changed in time for Saint Patrick’s Day and almost resemble a Leprechaun’s hat during the evening light. After a week, regular white CFLs took their place, saving the Calgary Tower around $12,000 and reducing greenhouse gas emissions by 104 metric tonnes in the process.

Anyhow, you can check out everybody else’s St. Patrick’s Day 2010 parade photos that made Flickr’s Explore page here as thumbnails, or a slideshow.

11 Mar 2010 Me By V
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These are test shots straight out of the camera, a Canon Digital Rebel XTi. I was teaching someone on Monday how to use her camera’s light meter and explaining exposure. Before I embarked on this instruction I gave myself a rundown on the whole Canon DSLR equipment line, not just because I’m a research nerd, but to prove that it’s not about brand loyalty but about learning how to use a device to the best of its ability, no matter what the make or model happens to be. If I have a proper understanding of photography then I should be able to show anyone how to shoot with anything.

First goal? Learn enough to take the camera off Auto!

me, by V without flash

10 Mar 2010 Lines
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Waiting for videos to render and burn in the middle of the night is like watching paint dry, so I thought I’d take the opportunity to post a couple more Toronto Art Expo photos before I can’t stay awake any longer. Can it really be 5am???

In case it isn’t obvious by my photos, I love lines (the non-queuing variety). I’m always looking for lines to photograph — lots and lots of lines. I like them abstract or stark, serial or solo, curvy or straight, thick or thin, elaborate or plain, drab or colourful, implied in a silhouette or painted on a sidewalk… simply any lines will do, whether they’re in nature or in an urban setting. The creative opportunities are endless.

That said, even though I have gridlines in my viewfinder, I am terrible at keeping my lines straight. Go figure.

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09 Mar 2010 Golden Hour, Through My Mobile Phone
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Dundas/University

Dundas/University

Dundas/University

Photos taken this evening at the intersection of Dundas Street and University Avenue, while waiting for the streetcar. All shots are using a little old Samsung U510.

The golden hour in photography is the first or last hour of sunlight in a day that photographers often aim to shoot in, since the sun’s position produces a soft and warm light with longer shadows. The Golden Hour Calculator is a useful website that can help you calculate the golden hour(s) for your location, telling you exactly when the sun rises and sets.

Calculate Your Golden Hour via PetaPixel

Yesterday I took a person new to photography (see how much I dislike the word “newbie”?) out for an hour of instruction with her camera, teaching her how to use it, combined with some technical information. I may be doing more of this, as a number of people have expressed interest in learning how to use their cameras. This is actually something I’ve been thinking about for a while, but I prefer hands-on, one-on-one instruction rather than a group. It’s time-intensive, though, which is why I haven’t arranged it. Managing time is a juggling act if I want to have a balanced life.

06 Mar 2010 Tour de ‘Hood
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Roncesvalles Village

At breakfast I discovered I needed to make a milk run and the brilliant sunshine convinced me to bring the camera and 50mm f/1.8 lens with me. I turned it into a looped photo-walk starting with a latte at the local cafe and ending with a trip to the grocery store. The thing about shooting in your own neighbourhood is that it tests your power of observation. I’ve lived here nearly three years, but I will be the first to admit that there is lots of exploring yet to do. Here’s what I shot, in no particular order:

alley

Sorauren Ave

there goes the neighbourhood

my local produce stand is awash in red today

Roncesvalles Village

Sorauren Ave

Roncesvalles Village

guarding the neighbourhood

a homeowner's method of keeping the birds away?

Roncesvalles Village

have a seat

Video for today: a film project video of “Neighborhood #2 (Laika)” by Montreal band Arcade Fire, acted by children. (Director: Jay Cheel) “Laika” is one of my favourite songs off the Funeral album.

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04 Mar 2010 Photography Poll: Which Eye Do You View With?

Flight Deck's loo
[Pilot Tavern, Toronto - Oct/07]

I didn’t notice this until Tuulikki brought it up more than two years ago (click on the pic for Flickr comments), but I use my left eye exclusively at the viewfinder. And, come to think of it, it is the first eye that opens in the morning. The first thing I do to wake up is to read info on my iPod Touch (after the cats walk over me and poke me to feed them), and I still only use my left eye! My right eye is shut tight, and this is involuntarily. I thought about it this morning when I noticed that I unconsciously kept my right eye closed until I went to exit my bed.

I wonder if it’s because my brain knows that my right eye has poorer vision than left, so it sends a motor signal to leave it at rest for as long as possible? Is one part of my brain so dominant over the other that it can’t manage both eyes until the whole noggin wakes up? I have no idea.

Anyway, I’m curious to know whether my particular eye/hand coordination is common. I use my left eye, but I’m mostly right-handed with some ambidexterity. From observing other people, this is a rarer combination than I thought, but maybe it’s a perception.

11 Feb 2010 Bloor Subway Station
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I was picking up kitty provisions at the veterinarian clinic after work and routed through Bloor Subway Station, which is one of the largest (if not the largest?) of all the subway platforms on the TTC system. I happened to have my ultra-crappy Canon A520 with me (its main redeeming factor is the video feature, which can only shoot 30-second clips of 640×480), so I pulled it out and waited for the trains to go by. The platform is very long, which makes the lines in the station appealing to a lens.

If you ever get really bored waiting for a train at the Bloor Subway Station, get out your cameraphone and take a shot of an incoming/outgoing train. No matter what you use, there will always be excellent motion blur. Just remember to stand very still.

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04 Feb 2010 Chinese New Year 1993 – Melaka, Malaysia

Chinese New Year, 1993 - Melaka, Malaysia

Somewhere, and I’m not entirely sure where, there is a journal with this whole story in it. The one thing I do know is that it isn’t here in my house in Toronto because I’ve rooted around for it a few times. It’s probably in a box stored at my father’s condo in Surrey, or it could be in Socar’s apartment in Vancouver. It’s definitely not in Pennsylvania anymore, if it ever did make it there amongst the assortment of items stuffed in luggage cross-country. I’ll have to see what I can conjure up from memory. And, if I ever finally get all my things together under one roof (it’s been 5+ years and it hasn’t happened yet), I might even dig up that travel journal, which is one of several, to see if I remembered all this correctly!

Next weekend is Chinese New Year’s, and since I won’t be here I thought I’d scan a few photos from the one time I’ve actively celebrated Chinese New Year — 17 years ago.

In January of 1993 I was on a little island called Tioman off the east coast of Malaysia. I had a very loose plan that I’d formulated while lying in a beach hammock for the better part of a week. There I would read books, listen to music, watch the waves crash on the beach and think about the future. The most pressing item of any given day was keeping the monkeys from stealing our clothes and avoiding the giant lizards that would jaywalk across the paths between the beach and the hut. I had time to think about what my next step would be, and I’d just decided that next step would be to eventually reach Penang and buy a plane ticket to Britain. Penang is on the northwest side of Malaysia, so I looked at a map and opted to head west and follow the coast north instead of taking an inland route.

Originally my one-way ticket from Australia was Sydney-Auckland-Singapore-Kuala Lumpur, but after the frenetic pace of Singapore I escaped to tranquil Tioman and chose to do the rest overland, skipping the Singapore-KL leg altogether. I had no real timeline except my money was running out, and Malaysia is a developed country and therefore not cheap.

In Mersing my plan was to negotiate a lift to Melaka. I’d spotted a few travellers who were also on the Tioman-Mersing ferry with me, and I asked them if they were heading to Melaka. I was in luck! There were two German guys, a Dutch girl, and a Canadian guy from Richmond (south of Vancouver) — one of only a handful of Canadians I met while overseas and ended up travelling with.

Chinese New Year, 1993 - Melaka, Malaysia

They were all heading to Melaka for Chinese New Year, but that meant we would need to hire a car (and driver) that could fit five people PLUS backpacks. It took a while since we were in a crowd of people at the ferry terminal with the exact same idea and most of the cars were too small, but — hallelujah — we finally found a driver with a Mercedes who would take all of us. I’m sure it wasn’t legal, but we were crossing the country after all, and there was some urgency to the situation, the situation being that practically the whole country was hitting the road to Melaka, too. If we were ever going to make it there and still have a place to stay, we’d better hurry.

We hurried, alright… to a series of near collisions! Every 40 seconds! I had to shut my eyes nearly the whole way to Melaka, except my whole life was flashing before my eyelids, all 20 years of it, so I alternated between a) covering my face with my hands every time I saw the bumper of another car careen in front of our taxi, and b) watching in abject horror as the driver yanked the steering wheel over to pass other vehicles ALONG THE SHOULDER. Which wouldn’t be such a bad idea except he wasn’t looking for other vehicles doing the same thing. Everybody was doing the same thing! Malaysian highways are mostly good, believe it or not (they collect tolls, which is an unusual sight — a Muslim Malaysian woman with a headscarf in an ultramodern toll booth on a pristine highway in the jungle), but when they’re jammed full of vehicles, it’s anarchy! I also hitchhiked in Malaysia, but it wasn’t until after the madness of Chinese New Year.

Since I was the shortest in our group, I was assigned to the middle space between the two Germans, but imagine six people jammed tightly in one vehicle overflowing with backpacks that didn’t all quite fit in the trunk. Seat belts? What seat belts? Our visibility was compromised, and so was our ability to do anything but hope that our breakneck speed would get us to Melaka instead of send us into the ditch or into the path of an oncoming car. We were swerving all over the road and weaving in and out of traffic while hanging on for DEAR LIFE.

Chinese New Year, 1993 - Melaka, Malaysia

[The windmill is a throwback to Malaysia's colonial days, they were ruled by the Dutch in 1641. They were also ruled by the the Portuguese in 1511 and the British in 1795.]

Since I’m writing this 17 years later, the outcome was obviously in our favour, but I’ll never forget that crazy hellride between Mersing and Melaka. It was epic! Hours of epic! (3-4 hours, according to this local.) By the time we reached Melaka it was very late at night and I believe it was the Dutch girl who we were counting on to get us into this particular guesthouse. This part’s fuzzy, but I think she’d stayed there before and had rung the owners to tell them we were on our way. Somehow I doubt they were expecting five travellers, but we were five paying travellers and money talks in these parts.

I’m sure we all slept like babies that night.

The next day, which was the official Chinese New Year’s, we celebrated being alive to celebrate Chinese New Year’s. There were a couple of English blokes staying at the guesthouse who joined us in the evening when we headed out to participate in Melaka’s New Year festivities. In the darkness and crowds we lost one of them to the deep ditches along the side of the road that carries all manner of waste, and the only reason I know this is because we didn’t see him until the next day when he informed us of the reason for his sudden disappearance. I would’ve felt more sorry for him had I not been recovering from my own sorry state, which I’ll get to in a minute.

Chinese New Year, 1993 - Melaka, Malaysia

The group of us wandered the busy streets of Melaka, searching for a party, and we found one: the other English lad (the one who managed to avoid the ditch trap) saw us walk by and waved us into this restaurant. In the top photo, he’s the one with the glasses, beaming. Can you see why he’s beaming? Yeah, all that booze was FREE! I know what you’re thinking… how on earth could it be free? I suppose technically we couldn’t call it free, but the owner of the restaurant had fallen asleep in his chair, which for all intents and purposes, meant that there was no bill. Which made it free, right?

Chinese New Year, 1993 - Melaka, Malaysia

Using that flawed logic, we saw it as an open invitation to squeeze ourselves into the restaurant and eat and drink whatever was put in front of us. That night, it started out with peanuts and Carlsberg. Cases and cases of Carlsberg. Every time I looked over, someone was carrying a case of Carlsberg to distribute bottles around the restaurant. Malaysia has its own beer, but for some reason we were provided with an endless supply of the Danish stuff. Who were we to say no?

From what I can recall, I think the English bloke said the owner was already giving it all away for free, and after he fell asleep no-one could rouse him again. The generosity continued without him.

Chinese New Year, 1993 - Melaka, Malaysia

I don’t remember how long this continued, but I distinctly remember sometime in the evening bottles of Hennessy cognac getting passed around, too. By this time we were all extremely merry and probably in dire need of some real food to counteract the peanuts sloshing around in our bellies. I kept passing on the Hennessy because I was full of beer. Last I checked, cognac and beer aren’t in the same family and therefore I would be asking for trouble if I introduced the cognac to my beer-saturated system. No thanks, I kept saying every time the Hennessy crossed my path, no thanks, no thanks, no thanks. Thanks, no. No. Thanks. No. No thanks.

The next thing I vaguely recall is leaving the restaurant with the group and dancing in the streets. The firecrackers were going off left, right, and centre, and people had set up speakers to blare dance music. We were all dancing and saying Gong Xi Fat Choy! to everyone. That’s pretty much the last specific thing I remember when I woke up the next day. Oh, and another bottle of Hennessy appearing out of nowhere while we were dancing. They told me later that I said yes to that Hennessy, for some reason, after saying no to all the previous Hennessys, and combined it with a few puffs of someone’s spliff. Let that be a lesson to my 20-year old self!

I was feeling so rotten and inhuman I spent most of the next day in bed at the guesthouse. I had some company, though, since the English lad who fell in the ditch was also convalescing. He filled in the blanks for me: apparently I was shortly incapacitated by that Hennessy (assisted by all the preceding booze et al), and the others couldn’t carry me all the way back to the guesthouse. They had to hitch a lift with a car for my semi-conscious body! The amazing part, in my view, was that they were able to recover my flip flops (each went its own way) in the big street mess, my daypack was fully intact with contents accounted for — passport, money, the new music player I’d spent all day haggling for in Singapore, the camera I spent a second day haggling for in Singapore, and everything else.

The only casualty of my foolishness in Melaka was my dignity. I’ve had many misadventures abroad, but that particular incident ranked pretty high on the foolishness scale. But I have lots of good memories of Malaysia, especially the food, the scenery, and the kindness of people, especially when I was hitchhiking there (stories for another day). Whenever I make it to Denmark, however, I will drink anything BUT Carlsberg…

Video for today: Bill Cosby again, in one of his classic comedy performances about drinking

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20 Jan 2010 On Why Bigger Isn’t Necessarily Better

southern Iceland in a Super JeepWeekend Outtakes

When people talk to me about buying a digital camera, there’s one point I stress more than anything else:

Do not let the number of MPs (megapixels) convince you that the camera is better.

Sales people will try and impress you with numbers because most people don’t know what those numbers mean. I’m convinced that many sales people don’t know what those numbers mean, either, but since the MPs are stamped right there on the camera, they will try and tell you more is better in the hopes that you’ll believe them. Don’t believe them!

Here’s a pretty good article that showed up in my Twitter stream that explains why the megapixel count is more than a marketing ploy, it is a scam:

The Great Megapixel Swindle: An Example:
http://petavoxel.wordpress.com/2010/01/19/mp-swindle-example/

Let me give you my own example, comparing two cameras, one with a low megapixel count and one with a high megapixel count. (As you can see by the side-by-sides above, the cameras have slightly different aspect ratios, but it won’t affect the argument, which is megapixels overall.)

southern Iceland in a Super Jeep

This was shot in Iceland with the Pentax K100D, my first DSLR, which I sold last spring (reluctantly, because I loved that camera — the straight-out-of-the-camera JPEGs were great). It is an entry-level 6.1MP DSLR, with a maximum resolution size of 3008×2000 pixels. It was a sunny day, the ISO was relatively low (200), and the focus was for the entire landscape (infinity) so everything should be in focus. Click on the picture to view it at full resolution in a new window.

Exposure: 0.001 sec (1/1000)
Aperture: f/5.6
Focal Length: 33 mm
ISO Speed: 200
Image Width: 3000
Image Height: 2000

Weekend Outtakes

Now, here’s a photo taken by my brother, Allan, in Vancouver with his Canon G10, which is a point-and-shoot with a whopping 14.7 MPs. It wasn’t shot at max resolution (4416×3312 pixels) — which is another beef about marketing, and I’ll get to that in a bit — but the important point is that it was shot at a resolution GREATER than the 1st photo, specifically 3753×2814, or 17.55% bigger. Ignore the colours and contrast, just look at the sharpness and detail. Click on the pic to view it large in a new window.

Note that the ISO (or film speed) is 80, which means the sensitivity is lower and therefore the noise level should be lower than the Iceland shot, for which an ISO of 200 was used. In basic terms, the Iceland shot should theoretically be grainier, or “noisier”, than the Vancouver shot. The Vancouver photo was taken at half the shutter speed of the Iceland photo, but 1/500 is still fast and there should be no shake.

Exposure: 0.002 sec (1/500)
Aperture: f/4.5
Focal Length: 30.5 mm
ISO Speed: 80
Image Width: 3753
Image Height: 2814

I’ve sliced away some parts of both photos to do another side-by-side at 100% (Iceland left, Vancouver right):

See the difference? Which do you find grainier? The Vancouver photo on the right side was shot by the 14.7MP Canon G10, which is more than double the MPs of the Pentax K100D at 6.1MPs on the left side. Now, part of the difference in quality is the lens glass. I am fairly certain that I took the Iceland photo with my Pentax kit lens, the 18-55mm, and a kit lens is the lowliest of all lenses in a brand line. Kit lenses aren’t always terrible, but it’s comparable in quality to the stock stereo you get with your car — for the average person it’s bearable, but people who enjoy music are going to replace it, anyway. On a camera, a kit lens is soon to be replaced, too.

The major factor in the difference is the sensor. If you were to go and read the sensor specs for both cameras, this is what you’ll find:

Canon G10: 1/1.7-inch type Charge Coupled Device (CCD), which is 7.17 mm x 5.31 mm
Pentax K100D: 23.5mm x 15.7mm CCD sensor

Now here is where size does matter! As you can see, the Pentax K100D has a much bigger sensor than the Canon G10 — around 3x bigger. DSLR lenses are bigger because their chip sensors are bigger. It is the one of the reasons why point-and-shoot cameras are more compact, even with a zoom, because it requires less glass to bring light to that little sensor. When companies try and cram more pixels into a small sensor, it actually reduces the quality of the photo.

This article by digitalcamerainfo.com puts it this way:

Fitting more megapixels in the same small amount of physical space means that all the receptor sites on the sensor must be smaller, which means that each site has less light hitting it. Less light per pixel means images that are less clear and sharp.

However, between two different manufacturers making CCDs that are the same size, there’s no way to know which produces better-quality photos using spec numbers because they use different computations when capturing and processing pixels. At that point it is a qualitative difference rather than quantitative. The only way to compare is to compare their photos, and that’s where personal preferences come in. But if you compare any DSLR to any point-and-shoot, the DSLR will always come out on top when the photos are displayed larger — because of the sensor, and because of the glass.

What’s that beef you were talking about?

I mentioned that Allan didn’t take that Vancouver shot at full resolution, which is what I was hoping for in my example. Actually, I couldn’t find any Canon G10 photos in his Flickr collection taken at full resolution. This is actually very common, and most people don’t think about it when they buy a point-and-shoot: if megapixels are such a good thing, why don’t people take advantage of them?

For one thing, the file sizes are way too large. My Nikon D300 is a 12.3MP camera, and the largest photo I can make is 4288×2848 pixels with a file size of around 4-8MBs (depending on what I’m shooting) and that’s plenty. Why would a point-and-shoot, with a sensor roughly a third of the size, need more pixels than a DSLR if it can only capture a third of the detail? Because it’s a gimmick! You’d never email a full-size snapshot around, and it’s far too big for a web page, Facebook, or any social media site. That size is really useless unless you’re considering enlarging it to hang over your fireplace.

Which brings me to my next point: you’d never want to enlarge a point-and-shoot snapshot, anyway, because even at the size I showed you, which is probably at least 75% of its resolution capacity, it has purple fringing and artifacts. You can barely make out the trees on the mountains. The level of detail is less than ideal; the cost of enlargement would not be worthwhile. The shot itself is good, the colours are set to vivid (that can be toned down in Photoshop), but the detail can’t be increased because Canon’s sensor is too small. It’s about pixel quality, not quantity.

But what about the price?

When you take away the bulk of the DSLR, there’s usually a gripe about the price versus a compact camera. It’s true, they can be pricey, but if you’re an amateur or a beginner, the prices of entry-level DSLRs are actually lower than the higher-end compact cameras. Using the same cameras in my example, I bought my Pentax K100D in May 2007 for about US$500, including the Pentax SMC-DA 18-55mm f/3.5-5.6 kit lens. The Canon G10’s suggested retail price today is US$500. Which means that if you scout for a used Pentax K100D on Craigslist right now, you could probably get one with the kit lens for about half of what the Canon G10 costs currently, and make better-quality photos for much cheaper.

I try and tell people that for the cost of the new compact cameras, they could invest in an entry-level DSLR and even get a lens, but I think people are reluctant to learn how to use a DSLR. I would be willing to teach ANYBODY how to use their DSLR, if that would convince them to make the move.

It’s not that I dislike compact cameras or even Canon, not at all. In fact I owned Canon compact digitals for five years (2002-2007) before I bought my first DSLR, which was a Pentax. I still recommend Pentax for its value, especially for entry-level users. My current DSLR is a Nikon. (As you can see, I’m not particularly brand loyal. There is no need to be except that switching an entire system is expensive due to the lenses and bodies being incompatible between brands; each brand has strengths and weakness across all their lines.)

I learned composition on compacts, which is an important skill regardless of equipment. I still shoot with compacts on occasion, for video and some snapshots. I think it’s very possible to take decent photos with point-and-shoots if the settings are used properly (and displayed small so their flaws don’t show), and I have actually sold photos taken by compacts. But the newer point-and-shoot models mystify most people because they have a lot of bells and whistles. Nobody likes to read the manual (I generally don’t, either, I only use them as reference tools but usually I go online), but the manuals are written by technical writers and they don’t tell you how to take a good photo, they only tell you about settings and specs.

I think this is the longest post I’ve ever written on the subject of photography, but I wanted to take the time to write it out because photographic equipment at the average consumer level is rife with confusion and misleading information. People are bombarded with features that they don’t understand. At a professional level, sales people have less sway with buyers because pros have the technical knowledge and a more watchful eye on the industry. Professionals are pickier about their equipment and view it as a business investment. However, the consumer market is big money and companies like Nikon, Canon, Sony, Olympus, Panasonic, Samsung, Pentax, Casio, Kodak, Konica, and all the rest sell point-and-shoots every day to people who don’t know what to look for in a camera. If you want to compare them, I suggest the side-by-side comparison table feature over at DPReview.com’s buying guide section. There are also comprehensive reviews if you want to go more in-depth, and summary-length versions of the reviews if you just want to get their rating.

My recommendation is to do all your research before you walk into the camera store, then try out a few cameras that are your top picks to see how they feel in your hands, if the controls are in logical places, and if the way you would use it requires digging around in menus versus the settings at your fingertips. Better yet: borrow them from friends or let your friends show you their cameras. It’s also a good idea to read some reviews and ratings, but ultimately, you should look at the photos you already take — portraits? low light? action? landscapes? — and base your search criteria on the style of your shooting rather than gimmicky things like megapixels and dozens of “modes” (eg. snow mode, beach mode, museum mode). Hmmm… I’m getting into another topic (buying), so I’d better stop here.

And if I’ve confused you even more, I take full responsibility and welcome any questions to clear it up!

14 Jan 2010 Me And A Red Wig

Halloween 2000

Halloween 2000

The craptastic scanjob continues. This time it’s me, a red wig, and an American ex-boyfriend who went back to America in 2001. Those of you with the password may recall the stories of mayhem a few years ago when, after a diagnosis in the years that followed (unbeknownst to me), he stopped taking his medication and started appearing on people’s doorsteps all over North America, including Mexico, and even Guam. It is one reason why I never disclose my exact whereabouts, whether it’s home or work.