I will keep the Ricoh WG-60 camera. It is small but a little weird in its looks. Actually, it carries in the hand nicely and isn’t likely to be dropped, even with wet cold numb hands.
As usual, my biggest problem is finding things to photograph. It was lightly misting when I stepped outside and made this image of a miniature rose. Yes, we still have them blooming. Maybe I’ll find other things to photograph this winter since I’m more likely to have this camera in my jacket pocket.
I had been thinking that I might not need a small waterproof (WP) pocket camera anymore since I considered just getting and using a new iPhone for a pocket camera. There are several reasons that I decided to stick with at least one more WP pocket camera. First, I much prefer holding and using them rather than a thin flat iPhone. That in addition to the longer focal length of the WG-60 and the much cheaper price won me over. Maybe next next year I’ll switch, and maybe not.
Now, if only, if only, I could come up with something different to do with it.
The Ricoh WG-60 WP camera is a lot different from the Olympus TG-6 WP camera. I have no intentions to use cameras underwater so I don’t pay much attention to those capabilities. My interests are to have a small rugged pocket camera that I can use in the rain or snow without worrying about it. The WG-60 has a longer zoom range, effective 28 – 140mm, but a slower aperture than the TG-6. The Ricoh also has 16MP vs. 12MP for the TG-6 so the low light capabilities of the WG-60 aren’t as good as the TG-6 capabilities. A feature I prefer with the WG-60 is the ability to hold the zoom setting when turned off. When I am out to just photograph details, I mostly use a long focal length and since both of these cameras are slow to zoom having it hold the focal length is a big time saver. The TG-6 can make raw files as well as jpegs while the WG-60 only makes jpeg images, but that is fine with me. When I had the TG-5 I only used it to make jpegs since I liked them better than trying to get the raw files processed. I have had the WG-60 less than 24 hours so I have a lot more learning with it before I decide what and how I will use it. The above are just some of the samples that I quickly made with it. So far, since the WG-60 costs about half as much as the TG-6, I think the WG-60 is a better choice for me; but it will take awhile before I confirm that decision.
With fall weather’s arrival and poor leaf coloring this year, the possibilities of finding things worth photographing will be slimmer, so I will try to concentrate on other things like reading and getting ready for several upcoming indoor activities here at Homewood.
In the immediate future I doubt I will be doing as much photography. There have been a slowly decreasing number of images and I have been concentrating more of my photography towards various Homewood uses, and that makes for sporadic photography.
I do have some ideas for winter that involve me getting another pocket camera; therefore, I am going to try a less expensive one than the Olympus TG-5 camera that I sold, the Ricoh WG-60 waterproof camera. I used an older version many years ago and got some good pictures, one of which is printed and hanging on my wall. I made it while being exposed to very fine dust-like blowing sand in Tunisia. Using the cheaper WG-60 will probably be more challenging, but I like challenges.
It’s getting harder to find splotches of pleasing color. Today it is gray and raining with the temperatures in the 50s F.
I’m not looking forward to winter with the only color being from the noises imitating from on high on twitter. It will get worse but hopefully soon to be over.
Before it is over I’m likely to be driven into my dark and depressing mood with images that tend to be grainy in shades of gray.
We had a frost warning for this morning, but it was mostly just dew as the temperature only was about 36 degrees F. As you can see, we still have little color, just a tree or leaf or two here and there. The colors so far are more like mini streaks of rebelliousness. Makes one wonder, will we go straight to winter?
Its wretched path through life blurring past as it was born and is now dying. So go the seasons of our life on earth, as does the Trump administration.
I was walking the other day when my mind started wondering and I started thinking about the path my life had taken me. Various thoughts came to me in bits and pieces and in somewhat random order. I chuckled when I thought about when my supervisor and I were in Canada for a meeting and he spent the evening in the bar while I worked back in my room on my talk for the following day. After returning back to the U.S., I learned (while being debriefed) about how I had been followed and a foreign agent (who had been trying to get some info from me that had nothing to do with the intelligence work I did) spent many hours with my supervisor in the bar. My supervisor didn’t know about a side job I had nor what I really did, so the foreign agent didn’t learn anything about my work; but my supervisor was questioned for several hours by an intelligence agency after he returned to the U.S. Odd, how that thought came to me after looking at this path.
Those thoughts then led to other occurrences of mine and I wondered how, or if, they were connected. It all started when I was studying Aerospace Engineering in my sophomore year at WVU when an Air Force Colonel tried to convince me to join the Air Force, but I hadn’t signed up for a physical required for joining. After several discussions with the Colonel, I learned that he had been the flight instructor for the original CIA U2 pilots and that he was stashed away at WVU after Francis Gary Powers’ U-2 spy plane was shot down while flying a reconnaissance mission in Soviet Union airspace, causing the 1960 U-2 incident. Later, the Colonel made arrangements for a noncommissioned officer to drive me to Washington D.C. for an overnight visit in the winter of 1961-62 to undergo a physical that I expected to fail due to my eyesight. Little did I know that I was the only one getting a special physical that day and that the Air Force eye doctor was a fellow West Virginian whose parents lived only a mile from my parents place on the Buckhannon river and that he would give me a waiver and that I would pass my physical. I never did join the Airforce, but after that I started on a civilian career in 1963 of working for the Navy, the Army, and indirectly for the Air Force and NASA and covertly for intelligence agencies.
My story goes on as I ended up becoming a covert technical analyst for intelligence agencies while I worked at a Navy research and technology laboratory and how my supervisors never knew what I was doing and how a photograph (not one of mine) led to my in-depth involvement later. It was a simple photograph of two Russian navy sailors on a dock having their photo taken as they were about to go out to sea, but really it was information passed on without notice or discord. The issue for me was what was behind them in the photograph hidden under a tarp while being lifted by a crane onto the ship. That was one of the few photographs that I will never forget as it was burned into my brain. I can still see it in my mind today … it continues.