For a long time I chided myself for my apparent obsession with telephoto lenses, even those not long enough for bird-chasing. Seems that now that I’ve plowed my way through a large selection of the carryable ones, that obsession has been replaced by middling interest.
Fast lenses are the new objects of fascination. Funny how I used to chuckle at my younger photography friends and their mania over the latest f/1.2, their fixation on “creamy,” “buttery,” “daydreamy” out of focus back grounds, and how they would test them wide open outdoors on a sunny day . . .
Now I’m gripped by a similar mania. Maybe my mind is growing younger rather than older?
Well, mind only, maybe; but for everything else, a quick look in the mirror confirms just the opposite . . .
