A dear friend of Mrs. Ha sent her some flowers on her birthday. Thank you, Alice.
I wanted to take a snap so that she could see what Interflounder had despatched. I showed the image to Mrs. Ha and she promptly demanded I take a second shot with a different camera. Mrs. Ha, you see, once gave me a rather splendid birthday gift – a Leica M9. I invested in some decent lenses for it and since then any other camera has taken a rather distant second place in Mrs. Ha’s eyes. I rather fancied my Canon 5D3 and 85mm F1.2 lens were just the ticket but under orders out came the M9 with a 90mm F2 lens. Just for good measure I then used a third camera, a Fuji X100. The Fuji has a fixed 35mm F2 lens. The question is, do you get what you pay for? The Fuji would cost, I guess about 1/10 of the Leica kit and about 1/5 of the Canon combo.
I was handholding, no tripod. All shot at ISO400 and F4. No additional processing other than tiny equalisation of exposure.
Here are the results.
Mrs. Ha maintains that one of them has a definite orangey tint to it and bears the poorest resemblance to the original flowers. The other two she debated for a while and then picked out the top version as her favourite.
The challenge is, which camera took version 1? For the record, I find them all acceptable. One of the contradictions of photography in the digital age is that any output tends to be a starting point. We have endless permutations for changing virtually every aspect of the image. Why then do we (I guess this is the “royal we”) insist on spending an arm and a leg on gear that we then process to look like it was shot on a Lomo, a Holga or maybe even a Polaroid. Because to turn version 1 into a “polaroid” takes about 15 seconds.
And that’s fine by me too.
The good thing that came out of this was that I was considering upgrading my X100 to the new X100s with go-faster, glow-in-the-dark, “whew what a scorcher” stripes. And now I’m not. The urge to splurge on new cameras we call GAS or gear acquisition syndrome. Well, for those of you who remember All GAS and Gaiters, all I can say is, “Another glass of sherry, Archdeacon?”
Answers please on a postcard………… etc. etc.