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Ok, there is one thing I love and hate about photography.  The coming of a new camera.

You can buy a new camera complete with bells and whistles then bells on top of the whistles, and you have zero clue on what it does.

The concept of a camera is simple.  Light comes in, shutter goes up, light hits photosensitive material, shutter goes down, image gets processed.

If you understood that, congrats you just passed photo 101.  Talk to me about film, I can tell you a million different things about it, how it works, what you can do to make it look better, how to process it develop and print it.

With digital all I can really tell you is…  Light comes in, shutter goes up, light hits photosensitive material, shutter goes down, image gets processed internally through the camera’s cpu, grandma gets baby pictures.

I suppose it was the fear into the unknown that helped to keep me tied to the acetate that I knew so well.  But when I got Speedy my n90s I felt the same trepidation when it whirred and clicked in fully automated function.  We argued about focusing and exposure at first, but we became a pretty good team eventually.

A deep dark secret that I never told anyone (and you’ll hear first) is that I’m terrified of carpentry tools.  It’s the noise, and the fact a machine has no problem tearing a persons arm off.  It sort of sucks when your dad’s major hobby is building stuff, and it’s the source of your grandpa’s lucre. 

That’s what Bleaker (the new d90) reminds me of.  My dad’s table saw.  Instead of cutting off my arm, it’ll fuck with my work.  Although the box is promising it’ll unleash my artistry, but it’ll only be after I read the instruction manual.  No joke, the manual is bigger than some novels I read, and filled with concepts I never heard of. 

It has features I didn’t know existed, and features I didn’t know I needed.  The sad thing is, that I need to catch up with 10 years of photographic technology enhancement, oh in about two days.  Four tops.

Yes, there are worse things to bitch about.  But I’m dealing with a major phobia here, piss off.