Saturday, February 2, 2013
This week I lost my Canon Powershot in the drink. Not my drink, I hasten to add. The camera slipped from my pocket as I was crossing a stream. Although we located the body and dragged it to shore, the little fella looked all done in.
So that leaves me with the Nikon. The giant Nikon I bought two years ago and couldn't park in the closet fast enough.
I expect I'll get used to all the buttons and dials eventually, but I'll never get used to the size and heft and that bulbous lens. The little Powershot could hide inside my breast pocket and was always ready for a surreptitious photo op or two. The Nikon, on the other hand, is just about as subtle as a tractor.