I used to love my S600 Coolpix. I carry it almost everywhere to this very day, and people used comment on how lovely the pictures turned out, how it could take pictures in the dark of the night and still come through shining bright. Used to.
Not that I don't still love it. It's borne heavy maintenance, the way I handle my belongings, and it's been trustworthy and extremely faithful, been patient when I took pictures of subjects that didn't move or looked boring, trying hard to make them less so. But now that I take glances through Facebook albums, it becomes obvious that most pictures were not taken with such point-and-shoots. And yes, I am jealous. My camera's lost a lot of its gleam, too—the lighting is off in several pictures when they looked fine before I clicked shoot, and the effects aren't as beautiful as they used to be. Could it be my eyes playing tricks, easing out of teenage years and yearning for supersuperficiality, or my camera aging with the passing years?
Whichever it is, I'm not going to do anything right now. In any case, if I plan to purchase an SLR in the future, I would like to buy it with money I earn myself. I have plans for that, as well. Up to this day, I haven't made a single penny on my own, which ... is a good and a bad thing. I talked with my dad about getting a job in my first year of college, but that discussion is another story for another day.
Oh, well. Food for thought. Time for bed, now.
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