I am not a minimalist, but I do have tendencies that way. Sure I like my stuff—art, antiques, BOOKS—but I also like clear surfaces and a place for everything to be put away. Few things make me feel as happy as the wonderful freedom of getting rid of things.
And I like simplicity. I don’t need the newest, fastest, complexiest gadget. I’d rather have one that’s been time tested to work with a minimum of fuss. Maybe that’s why I’m drawn to antiques. They’ve certainly proved they have what it takes to survive.
So maybe it shouldn’t be a surprise that last week I decided I really missed my point and shoot camera. It was 2012 when I upgraded to a DSLR, and at first I had a great time. But it wasn’t long before I started noticing how heavy and bulky it was. I couldn’t easily take it hiking with me. I had to plan around my camera—is today a shooting day, or an enjoy the day day? With the DSLR, it couldn’t be both.
In the next three months, I have a camping trip, a trip to see family and a vacation to Santa Fe all planned. And as I thought about them, I realized I was dreading the thought of carrying my camera around all those days. I wanted to take pictures. I love taking pictures! But, I realized, I hated my camera.
So, I bought myself a point and shoot. My phone isn’t good enough, and the DSLR is too much, but the point and shoot, like Baby Bear’s porridge, is just right. It fits in my purse. Heck, it fits in the palm of my hand. Yet it takes some pretty good shots. (Rufus, up there, is one of them.) Certainly they’re good enough to satisfy me, and I feel like I’ve been freed from the tyranny of the giant camera. I’m actually looking forward to shooting in Santa Fe, now that I won’t cramp up my shoulders carrying my camera around the Plaza all day.
Steve’s excited too, because he’s the proud new owner of a slightly used DSLR. Maybe he’ll love it. I hope he does. Myself, I’m happy to go the simpler route.