I got a new camera for Christmas. My husband can’t stand to see me struggle over anything, and although I never complain, there must be a look. A frustrated glaring at whatever device I’m mangling into some modicum of acceptable performance.
For instance, he gave me a new Dell All In One about a 18 months ago.
“I got tired of watching you squint over that ten year old laptop.”
He gave me a camera a couple Christmases ago too. He said, “it’s not an expensive one, but I thought it would be better than what you were using.”
Only, I would try to take pictures of my favorite subjects – the moon. Dang it. Blurry.
A sunrise or sunset. Dang it. Blurry.
Miss Priss. Payton. The camera was slow, and I remember trying so hard to get the perfect shot of Miss Priss eating her cake when she turned 1. In this case there was likely frustrated declarations, “Argh! I missed it! Argh! It’s blurry! Come on Payton, just one more. I got to get a good picture of you and Abigail. Argh, it’s orangey! Oh well.”
Sure, there were some good shots too. Like this.
And this. (I only took about 50 to get this one)
Still, it could have been better.
As usual, my husband heard, and he acted. This year, he gave me a whizz bang camera that, at the moment, is smarter than Stephen Hawking – or at least I think it is when I stare at all the buttons, and the two different lenses, and the VIDEO TAPE that came with it to tell me how to manage it.
It’s a Nikon. As he put it, “A nice camera.”
I’m going to love it – once I know what to do with it.