Last week, Mrs P and I managed to escape the country for four blissful nights in Malta. The weather was glorious, so we didn’t need to pack much. Some shorts, t-shirts, sandals, toothbrush, sun cream, passports and my camera. We got our hotel and unpacked. Toiletries in the bathroom, clothes stayed in the suitcases to be used as needed. The passports and camera were popped into the safe. Which is where they all stayed until we packed our bags again a few days later.
I’ve not used my camera much this year, but I think this is the first time I’ve gone on a holiday and just not used it at all. Quite frankly, I can’t be bothered with lugging it around. My iPhone takes pretty decent images, and more and more of the time I’m happy with the photos I get from that. There’s a graph out there waiting to be drawn, balancing the effort I am willing to put in and quality I am willing to accept. I clearly now spend most of my time on the ‘can’t be bothered’ side of the curve. Shall we call it the Mexile Curve?
The sad thing is that I foolishly economised when buying a new iPhone last September. I bought the standard iPhone 12 and not the Pro version with the better camera. I’ve regretted it all year. The good news is that on Friday I will be able to put that mistake right. The most significant upgrade for the iPhone 13 Pro is the camera module. It’s magnificent. I think I can hear my Fuji XT20 quietly sobbing to itself in the darkness of the back of the drawer.