“Digital has no soul!” I’d shout. That was my case for not switching my film cameras to new-fangled digitals. When digital cameras first became popular, my protests were valid. The images produced couldn’t come near the subtle nuances film could produce.
We’ve come a long way and I can’t tell digital images from film. I’m a convert – welcome to the church of digital images. Tonight was my first night of a new photography class – helping me unlearn my film camera habits and learn how to make beautiful pictures with digital. The last photography class I took consisted of rolling film on spools in black rooms, hiding packs of paper from light leaks and protecting clothes from yellowish-brown bleach stains. I miss the “hands on” of old B&W photography. By contrast, this class was dry and sterile (not unlike old digital) and loooonnngggg. I must bring coffee next time.
I haven’t bought my new camera yet. I’m waiting to sell three of my film cameras on EBay and educate myself on what I want in my new camera.