I’ve been taking pictures as long as I can remember. It started with that small Brownie box. I graduated to the digital age when I bought one of my Macs in the early 90s. The digital came free, but didn’t have a flash. I didn’t care since it was digital – instant gratification.
My future hubby, to my delight, came with two digital cameras: a Kodak Easy Share and a Sony Cybershot. That Sony ownership, due to my fascination with Aerosmith’s Steven Tyler, kicked him up a notch.
The digital I had at the time – I can’t remember the brand and only know I bought it through QVC – died shortly. My next and current digital is a Canon Powershot 95. For the last couple of years I’ve questioned if we really needed three cameras, but they all seemed to pull their weight since we take a lot of pictures. Then all of a sudden this past month the Sony and Canon both died. Not wanting to give up on my Canon, I researched the web and found that they had CCD failure, and both could be fixed for free. (Check out this link if you’re having pink tint problems.) Last Thursday I shipped both off to their respective repair centers. So for now we are a one-digital family.
Meanwhile, Hubby found this photo technique yesterday on the web, and I just had to try it. It’s called Macro in a Mason. Check out David Perry’s site for instructions. But it’s basically putting stuff in the bottom of a mason jar, perching the camera over the jar rim, and snapping.
I’ve discovered since my Canon died last week, that I’ve come to like his camera. I sure hope my Canon isn’t gone too long. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. Yes, but maybe fonder of someone else, or in my case a Kodak. Time will tell.