Cameras and Kids and Incurring My Wrath

Yesterday I threw a hissy-fit on Twitter.

I know what you’re thinking, and no, that is not exactly news. Shut up.

I think I can best get across what happened by just showing you. Also I want to play with Storify. (ETA: Storify isn’t playing nice with my template, you might have to scroll down. I think it’s time to change up the look of my blog. It’s been almost seven years!)


Did you know that I wanted to be a photographer?

That’s not quite true. I’ve always wanted to be a writer, but photographer was always my second choice. I think of it as the path not taken, and sometimes that makes me sad.

I think I have a great eye.

People often ask me what kind of camera I use. They mean this as a compliment. I want to respond, “The kind that has me behind it.” Because the fact is that you can have the exact same equipment as me and you will still never take the same photographs. Yours might be better than mine. They might not. But they will be different.

(For the record, I use a waterproof Canon point and shoot and I love it. But I prefer a film SLR.)


I found that on Pinterest. I can’t find attribution for the graphic itself, but I did find the photographer’s website. He is deceased but it seems that his wife has carried on the business.