I had two choices and I just couldn’t decided. Lifting up the bodies I gazed intently, as if something would have changed since my last inspections just seconds ago.
“Ma’am,” his Colorado drawl cut through my thoughts, “you have about 5 minutes til we shut up shop.”
I had to make a decision.
I hadn’t been a good owner to my camera. It was proof that I could never have a baby, or a dog, or even a love fern, in my life – travelling in my handbag everyday, never giving it a proper clean and when in San Francisco putting it on a tripod in the wind and… well, the above photo shows what happens if you don’t weigh down the tripod before trying to take a photo of yourself.
Worse trill I had, to some extent, been careless. When partying and then subsequently spending my days recovering poolside in Las Vegas I hadn’t once thought about taking my camera with me, having fallen head-over-heels for Instagram. It wasn’t until I was packing for my road trip to Denver that I realised that I couldn’t find my camera, and upon further reflection hadn’t taken it with me anywhere for the past week because I couldn’t find it because it had been stolen from the hotel room I’d been sharing with another travel blogger.
Photography is not just something I add to blog posts to make them look pretty. It’s also a hobby that I’m passionate about, and all the progress I’d made using my little Canon Rebel X3 was going to be lost when I got a new camera, if only I could make a decision.
They both had their perks; the Nikon D7000 was cheaper, and allowed me to get two lenses for the same price as just getting the Canon body with a stock lens – and there was just something about the solid shutter sound that Nikon’s have. But the Canon was the brand that my family used whilst growing up; it was reliable and familiar – it was safe.
The Canon 7D was also the camera model I’d been lusting over since the time I got ripped off in Hong Kong, so I knew that it was going to be a beautiful decision if I did choose it.
But there were other factors to consider.
The camera specialist in-store was patient answering all my questions about both models of camera, but he also advised me of some information which made my Canon-biased brain begin to lean towards choosing the Nikon.
- The Japanese plants which produced Canon lenses had been damaged after the earthquake and subsequent tsunami, and then their Taiwan plant had also been damaged.
- The shop attendant was biased towards the Nikon.
- One of the people that I was visiting Denver stated that the D7000 was his “dream camera.”
- The price of the Nikon was cheaper than the Canon.
- Twitter, though not the photography experts, was telling me to choose the Nikon.
Getting Ripped off in Hong Kong
My Rebel X3 had been my faithful companion since visiting Hong Kong, when another last minute decision before a rush to the airport had left me paying signifcantly more for it than I should have; but it was the start of a beautiful relationship.
After spending months resenting the camera, for it was proof that I had been ripped off, I had begun to use it. Buying photography ebooks like Beers and Beans ‘Getting Out of Auto‘ or crawling through photography websites learning what ‘aperture’ and ‘ISO’ were, to finally putting all the principles into practice and learning, slowly, how to take beautiful photos.
The camera was part of my move to Melbourne – the first time I’d been away from my family – and it survived a summer in the US at a summer camp. It travelled to London twice, returned to Hong Kong with me four-times, and almost made it to New York three-times before it was taken from me, along with all the photos I’d taken with new friends I’d met on my first Australian press trip to Sydney, and around San Francisco and Las Vegas. But all the reflection in the world wasn’t bringing my companion back and I had a decision to make.
Last Minute Decisions
I chose the Nikon.
It wasn’t until I’d paid and walked out the door that I’d realised what I’d done. I let peer pressure – Twitter was quite convincing that the Nikon was ‘better’, and a lack of time because I needed to head up to Keystone the following morning, influence my decision on my purchase.
I knew that I’d made the wrong decision.
I miss my Canon
Don’t get me wrong, the Nikon is an amazing camera but it just isn’t right for me. With it’s heavy, bulky and more rugged complexion it’s just not… me.
Perhaps I need to take a class with Nikon to learn how to use the features, most which are foreign to me, but I find it difficult to take it out of auto, scared that I won’t take a good photo with my limited knowledge of the cameras features. So now, my iPhone has become my primary camera until I can trade the D7000 in or afford something new.