As promised, here’s the shiny toy I bought myself the other day: a Nikon D70s, along with a bunch of various ridiculous trappings (lenses, filters, tripods, etc) which I may or may not ever end up using, but I decided that if I was actually going to get a camera like this, I might as well dive into the deep end. Also, since I don’t actually expect to buy another camera after this one, like, ever, I might as well get the bells and whistles.
I initally had my eye on the D50, which is a slightly less expensive version of this camera designed for people graduating from point-and-click cameras to SLRs, but I decided — per the “never buying another camera ever again” bit — that in all it was best to get something I was less apt to outgrow. The reason I wanted a new camera at all is that I was bumping up against limitations on my otherwise perfectly excellent Kodak EasyShare (which I still recommend for people who just want snapshots). A camera that gives more options than I will probably ever use makes rather more likely I won’t have an expensive upgrade twitch a couple of years from now.
Two things make this purchase especially sweet. One, I bought it with a royalty check I wasn’t expecting, so it was “free money” (i.e., money not in the budget), and therefore it’s psychologically like getting this bitchin’ camera for free. Two, because I do a photography thing for “By the Way” every week — and I get paid for writing “By the Way” — this is quite legitimately a tax-deductible business expense. Sometimes the life of a writer rocks, I tell you.
The one fly in the ointment: The camera package I was sent was missing a lens, the 18-70mm jobbie that one would actually use on a daily basis (the lens here is the 70-300mm lens, perfect for seeing into the next county). I called and they’re shipping the lens to me even as I type this. And when I get it, oooh boy. Picture time down at the Scalzi’s.