Day 16 (ok, 17 part 1, since I forgot to post yesterday) of 100, Singapore
I mentioned in one of the earlier posts that during my younger days, photography was the domain of the rich: people who had money to spend on the unnecessary (yes, I am aware of the problems with these definitions).
I didn’t take it up until 2006, when I was all real-jobbed up, and feeling brave enough to spend a previously unthinkable amount of the hard earned on a DSLR and kit lens (If you want to know: a D70S + 18-55 kit). I’ve never looked back.
You know what photography’s greatest draw was, and is for me, even after all this time?
It’s this: the sweetness of forbidden fruit.
Once I’d bought that DSLR, people that I barely knew wanted to tell me stuff: “Who do you think you are? Some kind of professional photographer?”
“Shouldn’t have bought that one. Girls use Canon.”
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
“Isn’t that a little bit much?”
And so on.
I was surprised. All I’d done was buy a nice camera. It didn’t seem anymore contentious than buying a book or a fridge.
But people got upset.
It was delicious.
It is still delicious.