It doesn’t happen often, this. Water was everywhere, dripping, flowing, consuming anyone who dared take even the smallest step under that pitch-black sky. Not many did, too. Stores were crowded not with mothers holding their vegetables and sweets for unsuspecting children. Not with children and their ice cream, chips or, sadly, energy drinks. No, they were crowded with those who weren’t ready for the rain. And you should always be ready for rain in Lithuania in Autumn. I guess we’re not as pessimistic a nation as we think we are.
And then, surprisingly, there was silence. For a moment, the rain stopped, and with it everyone else did. A brief moment that was. Now, mothers were running, children were running, and everything came back to chaotic life. It was more peaceful with the rain.
It doesn’t happen often, this. Clouds split and, before they could cover all the blue again, sun shone through. It was both dark and immensely bright all at the same time. I could barely see where I was going, could barely hear people rushing by urgently, hands covering their eyes. Everyone was rushing, no one saw where. Natural order of things, I thought, and looked for a camera I didn’t have with me. Or didn’t I?
The review of my favorite camera, Mamiya RZ67 Pro, is long overdue. I’m in love with it, I love shooting with it even more so than the actual photographs. It’s a pleasure, it’s a time I can spend with myself, with my thoughts. But I didn’t have my favorite camera with me. I didn’t have my trusty Nikon D700, either – a DSLR that, coupled to a 50mm f/1.4 lens, would save me in any situation and not skip a beat. I didn’t even have my old and, let’s be fair, rather difficult to live with Kiev 4AM, which I also adore. What I did have was my phone. I think you know what I’m getting at.
It’s important what you use for your photography. It’s important that the gear feels right. The process of taking that picture should be as important as the result. It should make that result important. But in this situation, all I had was my smartphone and its 5 megapixel camera. So I took it out and made the shot. No, it’s no masterpiece. It’s not as sharp or clean as my D700 would’ve been, doesn’t have the dynamic range, either. But, crucially, I had it with me while my D700 was taking a nap on a shelf at home. I had a camera with me and I used it. This may not be a great photograph, but it is a great visual reminder of how I felt. And that, you must agree, is better than nothing.
Here’s to the little cameras with 5 megapixels.