First Day With My First DSLR

I had nightmares. That I would be late and I wouldn’t get my camera, or I’d only find the camera body but not the lens in the box or that it would arrive damaged and I couldn’t even get a refund.

I woke up three times this morning, twice too early to get up.  When my alarm went off at seven thirty my first thought was that Royal Mail had been open for a half an hour and I’m still in my bed!! Okay, I didn’t really panic.

I wrote my Morning Pages and then without breakfast (!!!) left home. I was back within an hour opening the box and finding all the parts in it and putting it together and panicking and looking for the manuals and finding only on CD and downloading it and finding out everything was fine and feeling as excited  as children do at Christmas time.

Then I had to go to meet up a friend so I didn’t get to the end of my readings but I took it with me and I was playing with it all afternoon. And it was sooooo COOOOL.

I also received the long forgotten Novel Writing Kit from Writing Magazine for my subscription.

And today after five months I sent off my homework to my tutor so I think this day should be remembered and celebrated forever.

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Photography and Me

It is a funny story. I wish I could say that we’ve had a long and balanced (or passionate) relationship throughout the past ten years or more. Maybe it is true.

We had a really balanced platonic relationship, no serious touching.

I received a fully automatic Nikon film camera for my high school graduation (2003) which was marvellous at the time when the digital cameras were too expensive and their quality was too bad to spend even a penny on it (or a fillér).

After finishing university I received another camera, a digital one this time. It even had some features and that nice big optical zoom I could play with that for a while. (Not for long though because it broke down after the guarantee had expired…)

But I had been planning that I would come to the UK and I would study photography, first the language of course, but then when I had some money I would definitely go to a course.

Well, God had other plans with me… until now. I hope at least that He doesn’t mind it now…

I borrowed my Dad’s old film camera, a Zenit ET which is almost 20 years old, and bought a book ‘for any cameras’ because (there’s no automatic setting on it plus) I sooooo wanted to learn how to make those ‘blurry at the back’ pictures and couldn’t afford a digital SLR (and I find it more romantic anyway).

So here I was enjoying my fabulous book until I got to the point: and now put down the book and grab your camera (it was even emphasizing: ‘do it because it is very important that you understand this, bastard!!!!’), look in the viewfinder and see how things change when you adjust the shutter speed…

I was looking, but nothing… of course nothing…

On the next page there was a photo of what I was supposed to see, how those digital numbers and signs were changing… So now I have no idea what should I see on mine instead.

At least in theory it seemed so logical. It’s not like I’m against challenges or anything. And there was photography before the digital era as well. So I can learn it too, right? Even if I’m being “blond” about it.