I’ll give you a hint…
A really obvious hint…
Have you guessed it?!
That’s right, ladies and gents, a DSLR has finally made its way into my life. After nine months of blogging and being sure that it was a hobby that would stick, I gathered up the funds accumulated from hours upon hours of tutoring many a sweet kiddo and bought my dreamy Nikon D3100. At the moment—especially since I’m still just an enthusiastic amateur—I went ahead and bought the camera with the 18-55mm Nikkor lens that came with it. With a maximum aperture of 3.5, I find it still gives me plenty of that oh-so-delicious bokeh (a.k.a. blurry background) that I can’t resist. Plus it’s got fun extras like auto focus and vibration reduction, which make for a simpler setup when I just want to take a quick shot.
Following the bliss-fest that accompanies this beauty’s arrival, I feel that it’s only right to pay a moment of tribute to the point-and-shoot that I’ve been using for the past few months. First of all, it’s actually my sister’s camera, so I’m sending kudos to her for patiently allowing me to effectively steal it almost every day. In fact, if you’re a long time reader of La Kocinera, you also know that it’s a replacement camera for her Kodak that I accidently broke. It’s a good thing that I make that girl so many cookies. Thanks hermanita!
This little Nikon Coolpix has been a fantastic camera, producing gorgeous pictures with beautiful color. It’s definitely one that I would recommend to those in the point-and-shoot market. Even for blossoming food bloggers, its macro setting is truly amazing.
So thank you, dear Baby Nikon. You have taken some mighty fine photos.
Baby Nikon is actually what I just named that camera, having sadly allowed it to remain anonymous in the past. If you know me, you that I tend to name the inanimate objects that I hold dear—from the cupcake keychain named Rodrigo, to my unaffordable, ebony upright piano-that-I-dream-of-actually-knowing-how-to-play, Josephine. This DSLR is no different. After several months of deliberation (how geeky does that sound?), I finally decided upon the perfect name…
Allow me to explain.
A portion of my convoluted genetic makeup comes from Germany and a handful of key phrases have been passed down the generations from those ancestors who spoke the language. One such recognizable word is “schatzi,” meaning something similar to “sweetie” or “darling” in English. It’s a lovely term of endearment that also functions as a pun, since it’s pronounced “shot-zee” and cameras take shots!! Ohhh, I laughed for days over that. But then again, what can you expect from a person who names inanimate objects?
Oh, and please don’t ask me to speak any more German. The only other words that I know are a mixture of basic vocabulary and the occasional curse word that the elders refused to properly translate. What a loss…I would love to know how to cuss in German.
So, my friends, there you have it. My past few days have been spent in loving devotion and crazed picture-snapping with my dear Schatzi. I’m constantly astonished by the beauty of these pictures and the difference between Schatzi and Baby Nikon. Seriously, today I took a picture of my lunch—whole grain bread covered in peanut butter, bananas, honey, and granola with a few grapes—and ended up with this…
Oh my gawsh.