One of my favourite places in Seattle - its Central Library. January 2013


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.

Comments 8

  1. I never developed your (much healthier) attitude. I alway just got pissed off. Now, living in the land where the size of your lens apparently has a direct correlation to the size of your penis, I sided-step the whole thing by going Fuji. Cowardly, I guess. But I like I rarely get comments, and am never seen as a “threat”. Just carrying an old toy, after all 🙂

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      Oh i get pissed off. But then so do they, so, ha! I like the little Fujis for the same reason you do, and those are the important ones. Go the old toys!

  2. “It’s this: the sweetness of forbidden fruit.”

    Excellent! That’s a very good motivation. Another kind of forbidden fruit – scary for me, and sometimes delicious – is pointing my camera at other people. I know I shouldn’t be doing it. And yet I do.

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      I think all photographers suffer from that one… and then try to convince ourselves that we totally SHOULD be doing that 😉

  3. … and when really good photographers do it, the result is fantastic. I’m not there yet. Right now I’m in Georgia (the country, not the US state), and I don’t know enough Georgian to be able to say, “Hi, excuse me, can I take your pucture?” You and Flemming should go here. I’d like to see the pictures you would take here!

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