My wife Sarah and I keep diaries but they are of different types. She is a wonderful wordsmith and reads voraciously. I’m not and I don’t. My record keeping is of the visual kind. She uses a ballpoint pen and paper. I use a camera.
Lately my record keeping has undergone a kind of catharsis. First, a confession. I have a terrible case of GAS. (Gear Acquisition Syndrome) I love cameras, buy too many, struggle to learn how to use them properly, find something I don’t like about what I currently have, get something else which I’m sure will make my photographic life perfect and when it doesn’t, the vicious cycle starts all over again.
Here’s what I’ve discovered. WHAT DAMN CAMERA I OWN DOESN’T REALLY MATTER. WHAT I DO WITH IT DOES. Soo
Behold the Ricoh GR
It’s small. It has only a single fixed lens. It’s easy to use and it takes terrific pictures. I’ve had this thing since it came out a few years ago. As other makes and models of cameras came and went, this little workhorse has stayed with me through all my other flings. Why on earth I didn’t just stop GAS and use it as my only tool I have no idea.