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Had an intense conversation with a cab driver today. It was friendly but a little heated. Near the end of the journey I asked him if I could take his picture (it took me a few minutes of steeling myself before I asked.) He said he could’t. He claimed that they aren’t allowed to get their picture taken. He said that he could get fined if TLC saw the picture. I’m skeptical that this is true, but I didn’t want to push him. If someone doesn’t want their picture taken I don’t want to take it. Even if I do… I don’t want to force people too far out of their comfort zone. Actually strike that. I do want to push people out of their comfort zone, at least philosophically or politically, but I don’t want to shove my camera in the face of someone who doesn’t want it there.
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Something I hear fairly regularly is a version of: “Nice photo, that’s an amazing camera.” I do have a nice camera, but that comment always stings a bit, like the machine is doing all the heavy lifting. I often compare this to complimenting a carpenter by praising his hammer. It helps that its a nice camera, but if you don’t know what you’re doing it doesn’t matter. Going back to using my first digital camera has thankfully bolstered this sentiment. I have managed to take a handful of high quality photos with it even though its almost a decade old.
However… I can not wait to get my nice “hammer” back from the shop. I miss my non noisy high ISO, my vastly improved AF, my higher framerate, and my decent sized LCD. I will say this, my old camera looks significantly less beat up than the one I use daily.