Pinky's Redemption

When last we met, I told you the story of acquiring my current camera, "Pinky", and how I let someone else affect my photographic-self-esteem.  But there's small a "rest of the story" that warrants telling.

While it took me months to pull Pinky out of its bag again (I still haven't determined if my camera is a male or female entity), I did ultimately do so.  A lot, particularly during my Lenten exercise.  I feel like we have a better relationship now.  I'm a lot less embarassed about the color of my camera body, partly because I know I can capture quality images that *I* like. 

It's so easy to forget or care what your equipment looks like while you're standing next to the goal capturing beautiful images of your beautiful daughter doing something she loves.

It's so easy to forget or care what your equipment looks like when you've found amazing light in a magical setting and are able to capture your beautiful daughter in a moment of laughter.

It's so easy to forget or care what your equipment looks like when you're scrolling through your days' work for the first time and discover something that makes you say, "Wow!"

Someday, maybe I'll be practiced enough to plan these shots so they aren't a delightful surprise, but instead, an expectation.  In the meantime, I intend to keep shooting, and to keep Pinky.

The Materialistic Canon Guy at the Medieval Faire forgot one of the most important rules of photography.  And I can let him go, so long as I keep shooting.

"Skill in photography is acquired by practice and not by purchase." ~ Percy W. Harris.