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Here She Is

I did it. I actually went out to a store and bought my very own camera. I'm not sure I have ever personally owned a camera before. We've had lots of family cameras, but these days, everyone else in the house has one they call their own. "Where's my camera," Eustacia will ask, and we all know just which one she's looking for. It isn't husband's big-ass camera with the monster lens, or Kwanita's little camera that is usually tucked away in a black case, and it certainly isn't the old one with a malfunctioning zoom feature. No, that's mine. She wouldn't think about asking for that one. No one would. That's why it was shoved in the back of a cabinet collecting dust when I found it.

So, now I have a modest digital camera with a movie feature and a zoom feature and a rotating image display and an image stabilizing feature. That was the thing that drew me to this camera to begin with because I am not known for my abilities to take steady still shots. I'm not known for taking steady videos either, come to think of it. You should see the video of Husband and daughter para-sailing with me sitting in the boat below trying to capture the experience on video. Each wave and each turn of the boat brought a new twist to the movie. It adds character, I say, but others might say it signifies ineptitude. Now my new camera will help out with my typical blurry photos that make you think you're looking at a 3D image without the red and blue goggles.

Comments

dive said…
Cool!
That is so cute and tiny, Robyn. Just right for slipping into a pocket and whipping out whenever you need it.
Excellent.
Have fun with it!
MmeBenaut said…
Looks perfect to me Robyn. I can't see what it is though. My camera has an image stabiliser too - brilliant. I guess we'll be seeing a few more photos soon???
Shan said…
Yeah for pictures! You're going to enjoy your new friend I can tell. ;)
Alifan said…
Looking forward to seeing some very interesting shots Robyn, knowing how inventive you are......

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