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Afternoon sunlight piercing through the trees always makes for an arresting photograph. Ezra took this one from our front door step.

I am now scouting out a new camera to replace the dearly departed one. Any suggestions?
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smudgeon said…
If you can afford one, the Canon Powershot G10 (or G11) is an excellent camera.

I'm not a good judge of digital camera-ry, though - I still use film!
4 December 2009 at 14:02
Roddy said…
Hunt down your local supplier and pick their brain. Question is; What do you want from your camera?
Next one. Have it engraved. And perhaps a set of handcuffs.
4 December 2009 at 19:43
Kris McCracken said…
Me, I'm doing the comparisons right now. I have narrowed it down to three, and the G11 is on that list.

I'd use film if I had the time and/or money. It was once an intention of mine to have my own little darkroom, but that isn't very conducive to toddlers.
8 December 2009 at 09:52
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, it will be engraved, insured, micro-chipped and with me at all times!
8 December 2009 at 09:52
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