In late April I bought a new camera, the supposed latest, greatest offering for the wildlife photographer.
I've since taken thousands of images with my new camera. It's an amazing piece of equipment. The camera has allowed me to capture images and video clips not possible with my "old" cameras.
In my line of work much of my time is spent sitting idly in a blind, waiting for some unsuspecting critter to show. So, I have a lot of time to think. Some of those thoughts of late have been about how far photography equipment has come since I bought my first camera in 1981.
I vividly remember the cold January day I waltzed into my local bank, and sheepishly asked the loan officer for some money.
"I want to buy a camera and 300-millimeter telephoto lens," I told the guy. "I'll need 1,200 bucks."
He agreed to loan me the money. My hand shook as I signed the papers. At the time I drove a dilapidated pickup truck worth about $300. I lived in a mouse-infested, dumpy mobile home that rented for $100 per month. The loan was a lot of money in the moment.
A few days later a delivery person handed me a package containing my new photography gear.
The next day I was in the woods hoping to capture on film (digital images were a long way off) some of the whitetailed deer that wintered in a tamarack swamp not far from home.