...for my digital camera and longtime friend, Canon Powershot A80, that is.
Once reliable, he's now a moody S.O.B. who requires more than a little romance and sweet talk to do his job. I grow weary with trying to judge his temperament upon caressing him awake, tenderly touching his "ON" button, breathlessly waiting to see if he'll perform or not. Lately, if I'm extremely lucky, he awakens, ready and willing, takes the first picture flawlessly... and then craps out on me to do this:
Let's just say I've been putting a lot of quarters in the Swear Jar of late.
With an Etsy Showcase set up for next Monday, I really need to get some shots of new earrings. After yet another unsatisfying photo experience yesterday, I shouted, "S**T!", to the skies while resisting the urge to rip him off his tripod to hurl him against the wall.
I went online to do a little research, found something I'd be happy with, and ran out the door to do some comparative shopping. I hit the four big shops in our area, including Walmart and Circuit City. None of them had what I'd planned to look at, but all had the next step up, Canon's Powershot A590. What a little sweetie-pie! Trim and sexy in shape, lightweight due to needing only 2 batteries, and it takes fab-U-lous pictures too. Circuit City had it on sale (even better!). I gladly handed over my credit card and took the Little Darling home with me.
"Oh, Happy Day!" Now my pictures look like this:
MUUUUUUuuuch better! To keep the romance alive this time, I guess I'll need some candlelight, Al Green on the stereo... who knows where that'll lead? Stay tuned...