I haven’t stopped shooting since I’ve been in Guanajuato. The UNESCO Heritage Listed city itself is unbelievably beautiful, with that gorgeous colonial architecture framing an exhilarating assemblage of shapes and colors. It is impossible to ignore and for anyone who is visually inclined, an unending pleasure.
Most of all, it’s impossible to ignore the binary play of light and shadow, where tone is all but lost to the camera’s eye before the long twilight sets in.
A little bit of camera talk: the X-Pro 2
All pictures in this post were made with the pre-production X-Pro 2, now running production firmware. [Original, review and images here]
I’ve been using it continuously since I got to North America in January, to Flemming‘s detriment, as this unit was meant for us both to share. The mildly stricken look on my face when I have to use anything else though, eventually led him to graciously declare that he prefers the EVF of the X-T1 anyway, so I could keep my grubby paws on it.
I’ve used compressed RAW exclusively since it was available. I see no practical difference in quality, and it reduces file size by half. Approximately:
X-Pro 2 uncompressed RAW file size: 40 MB
X-Pro 2 compressed RAW: 20 MB
X-T1 uncompressed RAW: 30 MB
Like most digital photographers, storage is a never-ending issue. So innovations that reduce storage needs, without compromising on quality, are manna.
I got used to the new ISO dial, and then I found myself liking it. I can change the ISO with the same hand that holds the camera. This means that when I use the 27mm pancake lens on it (frequently), I can operate the camera one handed. I don’t honestly do this very often, but it tickles me that I can. So there.
I hear that my very own production X-Pro 2 awaits me at Fujifilm Nordic’s headquarters, with its own personalized serial number (read: my name). My friend Supriya reminds me that 16 years ago, I wrote her a letter with some black and white prints enclosed, despairing of ever comprehending photographic technique. A decade and a half later, a camera rolls out of the factory with my name in its serial field.
Maybe it isn’t much in the larger scheme of my journey as a photographer (or maybe it is, who knows?), but it certainly is one hell of a milestone.