Heading off this morning with Emily (my Jeep) and my buddy Corwin for 3 days of adventure, working our way around some logging roads and offroad trails, basically looking to get into trouble, find something scenic to photograph, and unplug from the matrix. In the back, somewhere, will be a scarred Gitzo tripod and a banged-up Nikon D3s.
I love my cameras, but that love has little to do with the brand or the buttons and dials. It’s got to do with the feel of it in my hands and the memories of holding cameras around the world since I was young. I love the heft of a good camera, and appreciate great design, and the sound of a shutter. I love my tripods, this one especially, because the machining is so nice, and the carbon fibre just looks better each time it earns a battle scar from rocks or cobblestones. But more than that, it has to with making beauty, knowing that what comes from the collaboration with these tools is an expression of my soul and a reflection of the people and places that have been the point of so many journeys. I guess that’s why I’m so apathetic about the endless gear debates. Canon, Nikon, Pentax, Hasselblad, Voigtlander, Leica – all of them have been my traveling companions; we’ve been places together and in making beautiful things they too become beautiful.