Once upon a time, not too long ago, I got a package delivered to my doorstep, wrapped in brown heavy gauge paper. It wasn’t very big, maybe about a cubic foot in size, but true to the old axiom, good things do come in little packages, and I had been waiting for this one. I could tell from the labels this was what I had been waiting for. I had tracked it’s movement across several states each day knowing it was closer to arriving. I tore into the package with a wholehearted vigor that would put a child on Christmas day to shame. I finally reached the inner golden box emblazoned with the markings Nikon D810. It had finally arrived. After months of craving, and planning, I was finally holding my new camera upgrade. Stepping up from a D90, the 810 was a full frame sensor camera roughly equal in size to the 35mm film I used to shoot in the 80’s and 90’s. It was, at the time, the highest resolution DSLR camera (35megapixels) on the market, anywhere in the world. And…I had my very own copy. Surely, this would make me a better photographer.
A few months, and a few thousand pictures later, I began to realize something. I was a better photographer, but not because my camera had 35 megapixels. It was because I had taken several thousand pictures, and was smarter for the effort. I had always heard the saying that cameras don’t make pictures, people do, and a host of other philosophies that drive the point home that the photographer is way more important than the camera they are using. I mostly agreed with that point, the heart and emotion of an image come from the human pressing the shutter, not the camera collecting the photons. A few years ago, a popular video blogger (DigitalRev) did a series of pieces where he would give world renowned photographers the absolute worst cameras, and force them to use it for a day. The result was hysterical, especially for a camera geek like me. But it was also photographic brilliance, even when the camera was a 25 year old point and shoot, a 2 megapixel antique, or even a child’s toy camera made out of Legos. The experiment demonstrated the genius of the photographers using the cameras, not the cameras themselves. Fuel for the old adage that the most important accessory to any camera sits 6-8 inches behind the lens, i.e. the photographer’s brain.
Well, this week was an interesting one for me as my beloved D810 slipped into obsolescence. The Nikon D850 was released on Thursday, and by Friday, the internet was littered with unboxing videos, and in depth reviews of Nikon’s newest gem. The 850 has 45 megapixels, 8K hi-res time lapse, and a host of other goodies, but I’ll pass. To be sure, the 850 has a host of ergonomic improvements, and features that facilitate the picture making progress, but while things like back-illuminated buttons would be appreciated, their not worth the cost of admission. Taking the high road doesn’t come easy, but at $3200 USD, it’s a lot easier decision to make. For now, I’ll keep on going with my D810 and concentrate on the craft more so than the technology, and happily so.
Today’s picture comes from a sunrise in New Mexico, shot during a 2 week back packing excursion I did with my son last summer. More about that later. It was taken with a Nikon J5, not my D810. When your backpacking, you go light and the 14 ounce J5 wins out over the 3 pound D810.
Until next time…all the best!!!