It’s my trusty old T2i and Tamron 17-50 f/2.8. I used that camera for 4 years and it’s really never failed me. The lens and body are in beautiful condition. I’m also including a Metz flash and battery grip with it!
I want it to go a nice new home. :)
Going through some old Evernote entries and found an excerpt from a college app.
My room at home is covered in photos. Walking in, my guests are bombarded by colorful 4×6’s containing significant moments of my life. As a photographer, my belief is that while composition, color balance, depth of field, and an interesting subject are compelling in a photo, capturing the life of a particular moment is the art of photography. The beauty of an instant is in its subtle importance, despite the little time it holds. To me, happiness is the glint in the eye of a student as a difficult subject clicks in his head. It is the hint of a smile on the mouth of a friend who has been crying for hours. It is the look that passes between two people who no longer need words to communicate. These moments matter to me because they are honest. It is possible to maintain a convincing façade throughout one’s life, but it is not possible to cheat the moment. Sorrow, anger, joy, jealously, and excitement are all capable of slipping through the cracks between seconds. I anchor myself to these moments because everything is exactly as it seems. There is no need for interpretation or doubt. As I scan my memories, vivid moments of my past stand bright against the muted blur of the others. These are found in photographs, and whether in my head or on my wall, these moments define my memories and provide an anchor in the flutter of constant movement. The raw emotions of my life are not found in chaos, but in stillness.