Itâ€™s usually a bad sign when your wife walks into your home office, asks if you are busy, and when you say no, she happily exclaims, â€œOh good! That means you can do something for me.â€
It was a lazy Saturday afternoon, this past Saturday, in fact, and I was sipping coffee and trolling the Web for the latest baseball news. To be honest, I really donâ€™t care if Albert Pujols re-signs with the St. Louis Cardinals or if some aging retread signs a $750,000 minor league contract with the Toronto Blue Jays. But itâ€™s been three-and-a-half months since the World Series ended and I was seriously jonesinâ€™ for baseball and consumed any crumb of news I could find. So I looked away from my screen and turned toward Miiko, who was smiling at me. Did I need to proof some dreadfully dull PowerPoint? Or do some equally dreadful household chore? I had already cleaned the swimming pool in the morning, dammit.
Dread crept in.
â€œI need you to research good digital cameras,â€ she said. â€œI have to shoot The Black Keys concert on Monday night and we have to buy a good one.â€
Oh cool. Buy technology. Thatâ€™s not a chore. Thatâ€™s fun. Weâ€™ve never owned a decent camera. Miiko takes all her photos on her iPhone. Iâ€™ve got a five-year-old point-and-shoot digital camera and a crappy 2-megapixel camera on my BlackBerry that never takes any good photos because of the ever-present pocket lint from my pants that coats the lens.
I needed camera-buying tips, but whom should I call? My dad was a photographer in his early 20s, but heâ€™s been out of the business for a long time, so not him. I went to journalism school with a bunch of photographers, but messaging them through Facebook was not immediate enough. There was only one person I could call: Gordon. Heâ€™s a long-time friend and one of my go-to guys in time of personal or technology crisis. So I called, and as usual, he dispensed solid advice and followed up with a detailed email with even more advice. Our choices were the mid-range Canon EOS Rebel T2i (about $800) to the high-end Canon EOS 7D and 5D Mark II (which ran in the $1,500 to $2,500 range and shot high-quality video to boot). It really depended on whether my wife, an experienced videographer, wanted to use the camera to shoot videos in the future.
I was open. But Miiko already has video equipment and has no plans to use an SLR for video, so the T2i it was. We checked out Samâ€™s Club, which is two blocks from us, and Best Buy at the mall. And Samâ€™s Club won out with an $828 price tag.
The first part of the problem was solved. We bought a decent camera. Now it was time to tackle the second part of the problem. Neither of us had any photography training whatsoever. Well, when I was 19 or 20 and I was interning at my local weekly San Francisco newspaper, the photo editor took me under his wing for a few weeks before giving up. I had to do a â€œQuestion Man” column, where you ask five people the same question like, â€œIf you could change one thing about San Francisco, what would it be?â€ and then take their mug shots and it would run in the paper. I still remember one day, when I thought I had taken some stellar photos, the exasperated photo editor yelled at me to join him in the dark room.Â When I walked in, he showed me the negatives, pointed to a photo of a man and asked, â€œWhatâ€™s wrong with this picture?â€
â€œWhatâ€™s wrong is you have him staring at the sun. The poor guy is squinting.â€
And that was the extent of my photography career. Clearly, my dadâ€™s photographic talents were not handed down to me. I really canâ€™t take a photograph to save my life.
Late Sunday night, after packing for her trip, she finally got around to taking the camera out of the box and looked at the instructions. We spent the next hour in the first floor of our house, figuring out the camera settings and trying to emulate a concert setting. No, we didnâ€™t whip out a karaoke machine. We turned off the light in the kitchen, kept the lamp on in the living room, and from the far end of our dark kitchen, we tried taking photos of the sofa in the living room. And to our surprise, the photos came out and they were quite good. (Well, as good as boring photos of a sofa could be).
On Monday afternoon, Miiko flew to Vegas and that night, I tried to send positive vibes her way, knowing she was photographing the concert. At around 9:30 p.m.,Â I couldn’t wait anymore and texted her, asking how the camera was. She replied, â€œGreat! Thank God for auto features!â€
Here’s the link to all the photos, and below are some examples of her work.Â I think they turned out pretty good for a novice photographer. I’m really proud of her.
And then on Tuesday night, she shot a second concert and Tweeted this photo of the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club.
Anyway, Miiko, who normally telecommutes from Arizona, has spent the whole week at her workplace in Vegas. On Wednesday afternoon, she shot even more photos, this time the Sports Illustrated swimsuit calendar models. They werenâ€™t in their bikinis, though. It was just an autograph session, she told me.
What a tough life she has. Sheesh.
When she comes home, I can’t wait to play with the camera and try to take pictures with it.