Photography entered my life during my junior year of high school. For the next four years, it was my life. That is, until a certain college professor made it clear that my skills wouldn't cut it in the professional world. And that was it. No more photography.
My 35-millimeter camera was later stolen from a kid who borrowed it for the same high school class that sparked my wilted passion. A replacement would prove too fancy and quickly obsolete as digital cameras became the standard. Without the funds for a nice digital SLR, photography faded from its once high pedestal. I quit taking pictures.
A couple years ago, my wife and I got a digital SLR, which we don't use nearly enough. The photo habit is gone. We rely on our cell phones to capture images. As you've seen from recent posts here, the results are hit or miss. (See Exhibit A and Exhibit B.)
Now that I carry my cell phone most of the time when I run, taking photos when out logging miles has become more commonplace. The act of stopping to snap a picture — and seeing the blurry results — has instilled a desire to carry a better camera.
There's no way I would take our SLR running, as I'm sure I'd trip on a tree root and smash it to bits. Somewhere Mrs. Viper has a compact point-and-shoot digital that could make a good running camera, though I wonder how I'd carry it with me without soaking it in sweat.
Any running shutterbugs out there with advice?
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