The Crooked and the Straight

Nate's in from London for about a week, so he's crashing at my place for the next few days. Come Thursday, a bunch of my old high school cohorts will descend upon Seattle for our friend Steve's bachelor party (which is actually just a bunch of us going to the four-game Indians / Mariners series this weekend, plus beer and hot dogs).

Anyhow, I was showing Nate my pictures from Alaska, which led him to ask about the camera I bought because he liked the quality of the pictures it took. (Note that he didn't consider me, the photgrapher, to be an important component in the quality of said pictures. This is an assessment I agree with.)

Well, I bought a Nikon Coolpix 5900 (which I am extremely pleased with). So Nate, not being one to resist his more impulsive tendencies, decided that we should go to the camera store so he too could get one. To make a long story short, Nate walked out of the store with a new Nikon D50, a telephoto lens, and an SD memory card. The D50, being a rather nice digital SLR camera (compared to my idiot-proof 5900), was also rather more expensive.

I did feel compelled to point out to Nate that he could have spent the same amount of money and gotten four of my cameras and still had enough left over for a couple really, really nice bottles of bourbon. To this, Nate replied, "shut up, this is your fault anyhow" (I'm paraphrasing).

So, home we went. After a long charge, we played with the camera for a while.

No notable pictures yet, but we're planning on heading downtown tomorrow so I think we'll be able to find some subjects far lovlier and more worth of being photographed.