Last night I had my first dream with my digital camera. (Don’t look at me strange. I take pictures in my dreams all the time.) I guess this means I’ve integrated it into my life now, or my subconsious is making a mighty effort to do so. The dream had something to do with photographing a stormy sky, and I recall looking at the sky images on the LCD and deciding if I had captured the entire light range or not. The sky turned into 20 or so tornados, and I went to seek shelter in the sub-sub-sub basement of a residence where I found a group of very nice but boring Catholics also waiting out the storm, but the basement had a wall of windows, which wouldn’t be good during a tornado now would it, so I hid out in the stairway until it blew over.
Speaking of stories, I don’t think I told how I decided to convert to digital after being so firmly in the film camp. About three weeks ago I had a magazine assignment, for which I promised the editor that she’d have film on Monday. It was Thanksgiving weekend, and the lab was closed for four days. No film until Monday, she wouldn't get it until Tuesday. That was my tipping point. I went across the street and bought a digital camera, my Canon 20D.
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