Life is different through a point and shoot.
At least it was for me July Fourth, DSLR-less and left to my own devices. The point and shoot, so compact and handheld, drifted its focus from the fireworks above water to the silhouettes a few feet away.
It didn’t help that I’d neglected to bring mine, probably a first now that I think about it, and had to use Phil’s. On Federal Hill overlooking the Inner Harbor, I clumsily fumbled through its settings in between bursts of light.
Fumble fumble fudge.
I missed half the show. And this time, so did the camera.
Perhaps I was asking too much. It was dark, and my arm was a poor substitute for a tripod. While my bulkier-than-most point and shoot allows some room to play with settings, this one’s manual functions were virtually nonexistent. Most of the pictures were too grainy, too blurry, just a second too late.
There’s still something to love about the point and shoot, though. Its picture, stripped of the excesses of its heavily equipped counterparts, hinges solely on light and composition. Wild angles are more accessible. It slips into purses, can be held in one hand and waved wildly in the middle of a wine-fueled street parade.
But its one true advantage, I’ve got to say, is our ability to blame a bad photo on the camera’s shortcomings — never our own.
I tried my best to argue, erm, reason with Phil. “It’s my first Fourth in New York since I was 13!” I told him. But he didn’t budge. I had a longer weekend, and it was my turn, he said. I begrudgingly made the trek to Baltimore and returned so well-rested and well-fed. It was great.
Kid: Does she bite?
Phil: … Is she white??
This kid was not impressed by the lame fireworks in front of him.
And neither was anyone else.
That’s because the real fireworks were elsewhere.
Walking back to Phil’s place, we stumbled upon more fireworks, rooftop parties, and drunk guys soliciting girls from the back of pickup trucks. I loved her pose in this picture, despite only capturing the fringes of the explosion. She’s a “Woo” girl.
A second too soon, but good enough.