If nothing else, this week has been a reminder that I really need to invest in a new camera. I’ve resisted for a long time—I loathe the wastefulness of replacing technology before I absolutely have to, and my DSLR is still serving me well. I started on film SLRs (well, I started on a cheap plastic 110, which I got as a prize for selling the most wrapping paper at an elementary school fundraiser, but I eventually moved on to real SLRs), and I still like the feeling of a real viewfinder better than looking at a screen. Switching to mirrorless doesn’t really appeal to me, even if I do sigh over how beautiful some of the cameras themselves are. (I’m shallow. I know.)
Plus, I’ve got a weird tendency to get emotionally attached to things like cameras and computers. Even when they do eventually fail, it takes me a while to move on.
But my DSLR is heavy. I’ve flat-out refused to carry it a few times this week, because it’s been so hot and humid and the idea of lugging that thing around (in a backpack, because, again: heavy, and my smaller camera bag doesn’t have a place for a water bottle) was too much to bear.
Upgrading my gear was a vague goal of mine for this year, and I’m still not sure how feasible it really is. (At least not without dipping into savings earmarked for something else.) No matter what, it’s not going to happen before this heatwave ends, so I don’t have to panic, but… I guess it’s time to start making plans.