So I jumped on the opportunity to upgrade my trusty point and shoot to a newer version before I went on vacation. Friends will say "dude that is so old school! Everybody takes pictures with their smartphones! Its the future get with the times! Stop being so stubborn!".
To which I reply in writing with a list of reasons why I poo-poo smartphone cameras;
Smartphone cameras are not good at any particular thing. Except for maybe instagraming and facebooking pictures. Smartphones are small but the pictures are soulless.
Smartphones are less efficient; After six months using a smartphone as my main camera it turns out that I take less pictures. I am not sure if it's the clunky touch screen interface of launching the camera application then waiting for it to focus. Eitherway I seem to be taking less photos as time goes buy.
Point and shoot cameras are better for organizing photos. When I take photos on my smartphone all the pictures get dumped into the camera/photo folder. On a camera you get a big neatly organised daily/monthly folder structure.
Smartphone cameras lack all sorts of simple functionality. Yes you can pinch to do a digital zoom but who wants digital zoom? I like to tinker with my picture settings, aperture, focal point, ISO etc. I would rather take a good picture the first time that have to be adding filters after every shot I take. (might be why I haven't taken many pics lately)
Battery life; not matter how many services I turn of on my smartphone the battery still runs down by 5 pm. On less I plan to walk around with my phone charger, smartphones can't hold up to extended picture taking.
Love and live in the moment. The sweet summer sea breeze blowing across your face. The scent of your skin. The rhythmic humming of a boat engine racing towards the city. How art thou my sweet love. The past is far away, the future so close. Waves, gentle kisses, curves and vegan dishes.
The night lasts forever. The mornings are sleepy. Wake up sweet bread, time to see the world. Cantaloupe juice, foreign coins, blocked roads, window seats. The great pretender. We are in good company. A single flower in your hair, oh sweet island girl.
Sun glasses, new apartments, the gentle sea breeze. Old dreams, new keys. Its all been done before. How art thou my love? I have missed you so much. The sun shines and rain falls. Appetizers, airplanes, weddings, grape jam, freshly toasted wheat bread, wanderlust. Walk for miles, toothpaste, endless vacation. Duty free. Wake free. Stress free. Dancing queen.
If there is one redeeming aspect of public transportation (other than the fact that it's cheaper) are those precious moments of soul sucking waiting. When that is not happening there is the dreading of what great void might be swallowing up all the buses just meters before they reach the location at which you are waiting. I am waiting in vain in for your love.
I fear that at some point I will gain a level of knowledge, wisdom and understanding which will render me placid and unable to enjoy anything ever again. I would be the realest, giving lessons in physics - dropping shit like a pigeon, a ragged old fool living in the present. Neither past, nor future. Completely complete in incompleteness.
There is a feeling in the back of your mind, deep in your memories that you can almost touch. A distant memory of your childhood/past. The wind in your hair. The subtle sound of a dry leaves on the ground. You can almost taste it. You can't have that experience again. The most you can do is take the headphone out of your ears, turn off all the sounds from your smartphone and enjoy the sounds of the moment. Because at some point in the future you'll try to build a time machine to get back to this moment that you are wasting right now. Enjoy the moment.
