Here’s something you probably never expected me to write about: men’s shorts. To be specific, they are OKC Mesa Cargo Shorts and I bought them online from Cabela’s on sale for $15. There is a label inside that says “The Original Khaki Company” along with laundering instructions. That’s all I could find to identify the manufacturer.
Partly because I own some great Minolta glass (including a 17-35mm G-series zoom) and partly because one of my best friends in the whole world, Mickey Iwata, a former PMDA Technical Achievement Award winner, is in charge of the Sony Alpha DSLR/SLT accessories, I bought a Sony Alpha 55.
Here’s a new accessory that definitely falls into that “Why didn’t I think of that?” category. Olympus’s MAL-1 Macro Arm Light is a pair of bright LEDs attached to the end of flexible, gooseneck arms. They connect via the camera’s accessory port/hot shoe, and are powered by the camera (no extra battery needed).
You’ve probably never thought of a pumpkin as being particularly shiny, but in fact, like many other common objects, their surface is glossy enough to produce glare. Glare is a photographer’s worst enemy. Glare appears as areas of blocked highlights that are completely devoid of detail. Remove the glare and the entire surface of the pumpkin appears in full rich color and lush detail.
Weighing in at just over 1-lbs but packing more features than many bigger, heavier cameras, Panasonic’s new Lumix DMC-FZ40 might make you think twice about that heavy load of gear you’ve been packing. Here is a camera you can carry around all day and never get tired.
October sneaks in wearing muddy, wet boots. Some trees are beginning to blush, showing a tinge of red and orange, but most are still wearing summer’s green uniform.
Labor Day is in the rearview mirror, and for many of us who enjoy four seasons, summer has ended. Oh, sure, she’ll linger for a little while like a damp firecracker that spurts one last courageous spark and then sits there threatening to pop—but she’s spent, and she’s truly unable to produce another bang. Soon she’ll simply whimper and limp away, gray and exhausted, same as last year. She has been worn out by too many rainbows and too many long, warm, peaceful nights full of stars and hopes and dreams. Summer doesn’t fade—she steps into the shadows to catch her breath.