Arran and the Cumbraes from the Haylie Brae above Largs
I have bought a new camera! Everyone I know has said to me ” how can you possibly need another camera”? My photographic friend Shirley understood perfectly well when I told her. She said in a burst of great wisdom, you can’t have too many cameras. How right she is:-)
In actual fact, despite having two DSLR’s I only have one compact camera and that is the very desirable Panasonic LX3 about which I have blogged before. It really is a great camera with a great lens. The trouble is I have discovered that it is an awkward size. It is ideal for going for a walk with it over your shoulder, or even in a large coat pocket; it would never fit in an inside jacket pocket or even a shirt pocket. This means I can’t really use it as a compact in the true sense and so I needed just that, a compact.
I have no great faith in tiny compacts to take great pictures as they have tiny sensors and often overambitious lenses full of compromises. They can never deliver control over DOF due again to their pinkienail sized sensors, but a compromise had to be made. I wanted small, simple, decent lens quality and reasonably fast response, (I once had a Nikon S210 and it was too slow to respond to the shutter button for my taste). The compromise I settled on was the Canon Ixus 100. I really wanted a wider angle lens, but most reviews said the obvious rival, the Panasonic fx40 delivered softer pictures due to an overambitious wide lens. So, I’ll only occasionally use my compact, but it’ll be great to have one small enough to be with me at all times. A good compromise I think.
Yesterday was a case in point, I cycled to Largs and the Clyde coast, travelling light with just a cycle jersey and its back pockets for my raincape, phone and wallet. The ixus was so small as to be barely noticed in a corner of one of these pockets. Just for fun, here’s what it can do. “better than a slap across the back of the knees with a wet Glasgow Herald” as a friend of mine was fond of saying.
My beloved Carbon Trek that uncomplainingly carries my 1/10th of a ton around. (no really!) Largs behind.
The beach near Skelmorlie looking back downriver towards Arran again.
The UK can have no more beautiful river estuary than the Clyde.