I got a new camera!

(Aside: apparently Oliver can read now, because as I typed this, he said, “Does that say, ‘I got a new camera”? And now he’s trying to read this. Huh.)

Ever since I started traveling for work, I’ve been thinking of a new camera. Something smaller and lighter, but not a crappy point and shoot. I was lugging my giant Canon 7D with me to meetups and not taking very many pictures at all. In Portland, I took one.

My coworkers seem fond of the new mirrorless cameras, but researching them just made me more confused, not less. So after hours of reading and agonizing, I bit the bullet and ordered a Samsung NX300. Aside from a few annoyances (Samsung only ships the software on a CD, you can’t download it, and our wi-fi password is too long, so I can’t transfer photos that way. Seriously?) I’m pretty enamored.

My 7D seemed grainier than my old 60D, no matter how bright or in focus a photo. But check these out. No editing except a bit of cropping.

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(You can click to see them in all of their full-sized glory.)

Nice. I also love that I can buy more lenses and shoot in manual if I want.

Anyway, I’m going to Chicago in two weeks for work, so we’ll see if I take more than one picture while I’m there.

 

365 in 2014: 04/13/14

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Friday afternoon, I noticed a terrible post on a Facebook friend’s timeline. It just said that her husband had been killed in New Orleans. She and her family, which includes a set of identical triplet girls, is from Atlanta, but I remembered she had messaged me a couple of months ago that she and her husband were coming to New Orleans for the Ironman triathlon.

I did a quick search of the local newspaper’s website and found an article that had to be about him, and sadly it was. He was killed while doing a training ride for the race (with his brother-in-law who was critically injured.)

Such a senseless tragedy, and the triplet world (among others) rallied around Kim and her family. I decided to go to the start of the race Sunday morning to be there for her. It was a gorgeous morning, more beautiful than it was forecast to be. I was happy to see my friend Robin at the start of the race as well. She has triplets as well, but it was just a coincidence that she had been asked to sing the national anthem before the race. So fitting.

Just before the race, Kim was asked to say a few words about her husband and the triathlete community that he was a part of. I felt a little shy to be there, so it’s good that another triplet mom who had driven in from Mississippi spotted me and brought me over to give Kim a big hug. Even though we’d never met in person, I’ve known her as long as I’ve had triplets (her girls are 7) and it was not a “nice to meet you” hug, but a “nice to see you” one.

There are fundraising sites for both Kim’s family and that of her sister, whose husband is still in critical condition here in New Orleans, a long way from home.