Shallow Depth of Field, that is.
I took my 50mm 1.4 outside yesterday for a play date.
He and I have had a rocky relationship.
He didn't always see things as clearly as I'd like him to
and my skills at manipulating him to get my way had not developed yet.
When I first saw 50mm 1.4, I knew that I had to have him.
He was so much more handsome than his cousin 1.8 and so much more seductive.
But there was a price to be paid and I wondered if he would be worth it.
Once I got him in my hands, I hardly knew what to do with him.
He was so full of light and I didn't know how to control it.
He was shallow...oh, so shallow.
And I couldn't always find his focus.
I knew he had good qualities.
I had heard women sing his praises over and over again.
But I didn't know how to find them.
So, rather than work harder on our relationship,
I set him aside.
Left him in my camera bag.
Sad and lonely.
I eschewed his superior optics
and reached for another...
my kit lens.
Don't get me wrong...
my kit lens is great.
He has so many, many wonderful qualities
And I've loved exploring every one.
But I knew, I just knew...
that I was ignoring a fine piece of workmanship,
my 50mm.
But Mr. Kit lens and I had been talking,
working out a few details
and I was getting bolder with my equipment.
Occasionally, I would hear 50mm calling to me.
I'd give him another chance
only to be confused by his lack of focus
and his complete inability to zoom in on the subject at hand.
He made me dance
in order to find the right frame and focus.
At first I was all left feet,
but with some determination and practice,
I learned to love the dance.
And in doing so,
I discovered his softer side.
And, Ladies...
Have you heard?
He has a really great Bokeh.
sigh...
