I love my camera (and car thieves still suck)

In case you haven’t heard (this has all happened rather quickly, so I can’t really blame you): 1) I ordered a brand new Canon Digital Rebel XT last week. 2) It made a surprise appearance on our doorstep Friday afternoon, when it was not scheduled to be delivered until Monday. 3) I have been thinking about NOTHING ELSE all weekend.

As the inimitable Glynnis once said, soon after receiving her own Digital Rebel in the mail, “Friday afternoon I have an appointment scheduled to surgically attach it to my face, so get used to seeing me this way.” Couldn’t have put it better myself.

Truth be known, as much as I absolutely love this camera, I don’t really feel like I have broken it in yet. I spent the weekend shooting boring scenes over and over again trying to learn how exactly to set the shutter speed and aperture and mundane details like that. But I did still manage to achieve at least a few fantastic shots this weekend, of which this one is certainly the best: (Be sure to click on over to flickr to see the un-resized version; this is eight megapixels in all its glory.)

I realized when my bundle of joy arrived on Friday that I didn’t even have a camera bag yet! So it got to travel in the fresh air this afternoon as my parents and Brian and Melanie and I drove around town to visit a used books store and a few other places (some of them in search of a camera bag). So if you happened to see a redheaded girl walking around Eugene today maniacally clutching a Digital Rebel XT in her small hands, that was probably me.

The camera bag search proved to be a lot more involved than I originally anticipated! Dad and I ended up visiting pratically the whole city before we finally found that one perfect bag. By the time we reached store number five I was swimming in brand names and sizes and pocket options (and prices! :-p); but I knew the right one as soon as I tried my camera inside and found that it fit just snugly enough, with room for my few accessories and a bit to spare.

It may seem silly, but now that my camera has its own little home, it seems more “real” that it is actually MINE and staying here with ME. I guess I just felt like I was borrowing someone else’s awesome camera all weekend… turns out it was mine all along. And I love it to death.

Oh, I almost forgot. So, you’re probably wondering what the second part of that title up there is all about? You remember when my car got stolen and returned without its hood, right? And do you also remember way back when Elijah’s bag got stolen from his car in front of our house? Well, apparently our neighborhood is turning into the slum of Eugene (it NEVER used to be this way), because Saturday morning when I went outside to go to work, I discovered that my door was ajar, my glove box was open, and my trunk was popped. “GREAT,” I’m thinking, “JUST. DANDY.” I looked inside, and sure enough… the faceplate from my CD player was gone. Not the CD player itself, mind you! THAT it still in there. I just can’t use it anymore, because someone stole the part that makes it work.

I’m honestly having a hard time being too bitter about this because I’m too excited about my camera. But it has hit me when I’ve gotten in the car this weekend and not been able to listen to music… I will really miss that. *sigh * Perhaps after the shell shock of my recently purchased camera leaves my wallet, I’ll look into replacing my CD player’s faceplate. Oh, and getting a car alarm. :-p

It looks like I need to come to terms with the fact that there’s someone in the near vicinity who has no trouble breaking into my car—and who feels free to help themselves to whatever’s inside. What’s next? Engine parts? The rest of the CD player? Well. One thing’s for sure. I will never leave my camera in my car unattended.

Posted on Monday, June 12th, 2006 at 12:09 am.
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