The Camera Diaries
My first camera was a Canon FTB, purchased in 1975 for a journalism class at Ohio State.
What do I remember? Tri X film, darkroom fumes, manual focus, blurry images.
I'm a convert to digital and now shoot with a Canon 5d Mk4 and (mirrorless) Canon R5.
Pixels, auto-focus, face recognition and Photoshop are magic dust.
My camera bag is the first bag packed for a trip: two bodies, three lenses, memory cards, chargers, computer.
The bag is heavy.
My iPhone camera will never replace the R5.
I'm old school, rarely shoot video.
Photos on a wall tell stories to a room.
Our house in Connecticut is full of stories and photos.
My wife, son and I split time between Sharon and Bronxville.
We fantasize about spending more time in Sharon.
I have a tractor, for mowing the field and moving rocks. That's important.
The list of places we want to visit dwarfs the list of places we've seen.
In a heartbeat, I'm taking my cameras back to Rome, the Inca Trail, Umbria, Barcelona, the Col du Galibier (on a bike), Sugar Beach in Costa Rica, San Francisco, London, Denmark. And of course baseball fields anywhere.
Creating a photo book of my son's LL Baseball season was rewarding. And humbling. We have copies in every room.
A photograph cannot be created in Photoshop. That's art.
I miss the darkroom. I do not miss manual focus.
I've never regretted taking a photo. I've often regretted not taking one.
— Steve Malley