|Just give me some time to think.
||[Sep. 25th, 2004|12:39 pm]
Searching for Dead Things
|||||the camera shutter||]|
Yay, my camera is here! Glorious and shining with its own ethereal light of heaven, I am truly thankful to the Mighty Ones. My birthday was 5 days ago, and my only present from those reliable beings called "parents" was a camera.
I am truly happy, happier than I've been in a long time. Maybe since last year. It's a Nikon N75, a real beaut with a sleek contoured body and top-of-the-line quality manufactured lens. All in all, the price was roughly $300, which is enough to send my heart pounding with guilt and exhilaration. Never before has anyone indulged in my wishes to such an extent!
My camera is NOT digital, much to my dad's annoyance. But a really nice digital camera located at CompUSA with all those other techo-gadgets and such, is $800, a formidable price for a 16 year-old such as myself.
Gazing along that long line of digital cameras, digital video recorders, contemplating various memory capabilities, 5, 6, 7, 8 mega pixels, I realized, with my dad's help, who loves all this kind of stuff, that I must get back to reality and come to terms with my limitations. I have $300. Not that I'm trying to argue that age-old question of film vs. digital, but as a beginner, I want like the best quality resolution.
As, the week wore on, I was determined to make daily rounds throughout the house, focusing in sharply on peoples nose hairs and eyelashes and such. My house is sometime too quiet, then suddenly you hear: Zzzzt, zzzzt, zzzzzttt, as the lens focuses in on my latest victim.
"Ha, Gotcha! You can't escape from my indestructible lens of justice!"
"Stop it! I don't have nose hairs!"
Anyway, I find myself thinking of my Nikon "baby" almost all the time. At school all I can think about is getting home to my camera, holding it once more, playing with it, feeding it, burping it, what colors to paint to nursery and what not.
This is truly pitiful, I know...