Best Camera in the World

Lancaster, Pennsylvania - fine art street photography
Lancaster, Pennsylvania - fine art street photography
Lancaster, Pennsylvania - fine art street photography

I am here to tell you that I have found the absolute best camera in the world, and despite it’s pungent aroma of cliche and overused tropes… it is…¬†drumroll… the camera you have with you! No bullshit. For real, for real. Last week I found myself in Lancaster, Pennsylvania doing some much “needed” shopping. Being mostly broke with basic tastes, I decided to head to Tanger Outlets. Usually I take my a6000 everywhere with me, but lately I’ve become lax with it. Most days I ask myself if I plan on seeing anything worth taking a picture of, respond with an “eh”, and leave it at home. I obviously see the error in my thinking, but none the less it happens. That day was one of those days.

Surprisingly the outlets were all but empty. I was expecting droves of people to be there, as this was the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. Honestly, I think most of the people there were employees getting ready for Black, I almost threw up in my mouth, Friday; the real holiday of the USA’s holiday season. Ideally I wouldn’t have been shopping so close to the Capitalistmas, but thems the breaks. Regardless, when I wasn’t searching for deals, I found myself walking in the beautiful soft light that I look forward to each winter. While most where I’m from complain about the winter temperatures, I consistently sing the praises of the season’s light.

As represented in the 3 photos, the light was soft, and even softer. Plus there were some interesting textures and colors in the outlet center, surprising for a suburban shopping center. Usually everything in the suburbs is mayonnaise, just some vanilla¬†mayonnaise. But each of these scenes made me stop in my tracks, exorcise my phone from my pocket and snap multiple frames. While the photographs aren’t life altering, I am quite pleased I managed to make art out of sterile consumerism. I did not allow my disdain, and hypocritical support, for fast fashion to limit my ability to see the ever-present beauty. Or maybe that’s just what I’m telling myself, er, selling myself.

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