Maybe one could explain this complexity for me?
In my youth I had a driving wonder lust. I couldn’t wait to get out and explore. It started by exploring creeks and cemeteries and the local neighborhoods I could walk or bike to. When I could drive places were no longer far away. Indiana State Parks became a favorite destination. Sometimes those trips became overnighters but they were usually long day trips.
When I first married and the kids started appearing, the wonder lust didn’t fade. Family camping, “auto hiking” (a self coined term to describe ‘driving’ to strange and new places as my wife at that point in my life didn’t care to ‘hike’ in the traditional way) and backpacking were activities I faithfully and consistently engaged in.
As the first wife left and the second wife came home with two more kids, family camping took a prominent place in our family travels. Colorado, South Dakota, Kentucky, Florida were some of the states we went to. Pricey beach vacation were also thrown into the travel itinerary.
But, as the kids grew up and left to live their own lives and as the second wife left to live her own I find myself alone and unrestricted.
Yet, I can’t seem excite the wonder lust I had in my youth.
It’s become a topic of discussion (or maybe concern) with friends and family. They don’t understand why I talk about flying or driving to far away destinations for a long weekend or a week long vacation, see my excitement at the thought of wondering about and listen to my ideas and list of things-to-do and then witness the scheduled dates come and go and my lack of follow through.
They say “you have nothing holding you back.”
And I don’t.
Yet I don’t go.
My scheduled work vacation this year is July 30 – August 3. It’s a typical five day work week vacation but if you add the weekends before and aft then the vacation expands into nine days.
That is enough time to drive to Colorado and take a few photos, is it not? Enough time to do almost everything I planned to do, that I listed on my detailed itinerary I created months ago where I listed mileage and routes and campgrounds and National Parks and towns and mountains I wanted to visit and climb.
Yet, I’m on the verge of pulling the plug and canceling those vacation days and continue life by working through that week as normal.
I hope I still go.
As a post script, in June 2015, I did take a week’s vacation to Colorado. It was a great time of hiking and sight seeing and driving to strange and new places.
Two observed elements of 2018’s Fourth of July.
First, it was probably the most productive Fourth of July in recent memory. After an impromptu breakfast of donuts with Nikki and Joi, I was able to :
Install a new light switch to the new halogen lights in the basement. I cut the original circuit I wired in a few months ago. I didn’t like the way that project turned out and so decided to wire a dedicated switch to those lights instead of piggy backing on the primary basement light. I was able to cut holes in the ceiling to fish the new wire, connected the switch and then cover up the holes and apply the first (of many) layers of drywall mud. Usually, a task as such would take days but I was able to cut it done in a couple of hours.
Build four painting frames. I bought the 1×2 furring strips the days leading up to the Fourth in anticipation of actually cutting, glueing and screwing the frames. I worked in the super heated porch (ambient air of 88°F). I listened to a few sermons and worked until I built the four frames, three 48″ x 36″ frames and one 32″ x 30″ frame. Now, I have six frames ready to stretch canvas over and prime for my next painting project. I calculated the cost of these frames at approximately $8 each.
Painted. I bought fresh paint in the days prior to the Fourth. One gallon was a custom color from Lowes and the other gallons and quarts were from the Island of Mis Tints. I painted on the current project for about an hours, listening to sermons.
Walked to Walmart. Not actually the most exciting thing to do but I wanted to buy a new tripod for the Nikon W300. It is a twelve minute walk to the Walmart from the house. I bought a cheap ($13) tripod and two dvd’s to add to the collection, some cheese and sausage for a low carb dinner. Back at home, I made the dinner and watched a movie. Later, there was a major intestinal episode that I reasoned was from the breakfast donuts and not the dinner of sausage and cheese. Chapped my ass, in case you wanted to know.
The second observation is that I now hate neighborhood fireworks. I don’t understand why neighbors believe it is within their ‘right’ to light off fireworks which sound like a war is starting. Especially near midnight and after. It is so annoying and keeps one up when sleep is necessary due to a scheduled work shift in the morning.
On a side note, since the conversation is about fireworks, I have noticed that one person in particular always has a long, detailed, drawn out story to tell. In this example a statement regarding fireworks is spoken prompting this person to tell an extruded and elongated story (probably highly exaggerated) starting the moment, sometimes even before the originating statement is even finished. This person most likely doesn’t even listen to what was said but hears a keyword and his own memory wheels spring into action and out comes an expanding story that can take many sub arcs. Really annoying.
I would like finish this post with a time lapse movie taken with the Nikon W300 on the Fourth. However, since the free WordPress plan doesn’t allow for embedded videos, I concluded with a simple W300 photo.
I probably should upgrade?
In my youth … meaning the early days of my first marriage and the entirety of my second marriage … I had purpose.
That purpose was to provide shelter, food, disposable spending money, education, vehicles, life and medical insurance, recreation, vacations, entertainment and a host of other needs, necessities and wants and desires for my wives and kids.
I worked hard. I worked hard when employed by others and when I tried to start my own business. I worked hard around the house to keep it well maintained and functional. I learned new skills so I could avoid paying contractors.
I also worked hard to stay in shape both physically and mentally. Although it is debatable if I succeeded.
I worked hard during those stretches of my life because there was purpose … to keep the family healthy, happy and provided for.
Thankfully, I was born into a family that had the same mind set and so I worked in the ‘family’ business for most of my career. It was great work and paid well. I believe I paid my dues and made a living to provide for my family.
Now that the family has grown and left, including the wives, the ‘family’ business sold to my younger brother and others (I was not part of the selected few) I find the nest empty and the career tainted and wonder what purpose there is now.
Other than paying student loans and marital debt there could be no purpose.
I enjoy the job I have now, even though it is with the ‘family business’ that others (including my younger brother) own. The actual work, the actual coding of web sites and development of web applications and collateral material to help the company create revenue is what I enjoy although I don’t necessarily enjoy some of the culture and few of the people.
Yesterday I started a short story about an older man who finds his ladder is against the wrong wall, a wall that he already painted. With his wife and her (maybe) lover cat calling him about the fact he already painted that wall, he day dreams about a life he didn’t pursue due to societal norms and parental expectations, he falls. During his recovery, he elects to stop working at his job (which had become torturous) and pursues the dream he had left on the shelf to conform to other’s expectations.
It could be an interesting story if I develop it and if I work at it.
But most likely I won’t. Or I will let it die a quick slow death.
Ah … such is a man without purpose.
I continue the exploration of the Nikon W300 by downloading the firmware update, experimenting with some of the ‘after-the-photo-is-taken’ effect the little camera offers and the remote photography feature.
I have never updated a camera firmware. After registering the W300 with Nikon I was sent an email saying the new W300 had a firmware update. I downloaded the file from the Nikon site, saved it to the memory card and scrolled to the firmware selection in the setting menu.
The camera promptly displayed a “battery exhausted” message. The firmware was not updated.
The “battery exhausted” message encouraged me to buy two spare batteries and a spare battery charger for $90 from www.adorama.com.
Before I dropped the spare batteries and charger into my Adorama shopping cart, I researched the pros and cons of batteries offered by other vendors such as Anton Bauer which I remember from my worthless days as a corporate video producer and Green Extreme of which I have no familiarity with.
Of course, third-party battery vendors offer their wares at prices lower than genuine Nikon batteries. However, after reading this declaration by Nikon I spent the extra dollars on honest Nikon batteries.
I shared my Nikon W300 buying experience with a photographer friend, who also is a Nikon enthusiast, over a dinner of sirloin, rice and potatoes with Mashcraft IPA of which I did not count the calories.
He was impressed with the compact little orange Nikon. He asked why I bought it when the D600 was within reach for any photo opportunity.
I answered with the usual defense of technical specifications, relating the sixteen megapixel, 5x zoom, waterproof casing and SnapBridge app that wowed me into the purchase.
However, my honest answer was that I wanted a compact point and shoot camera, in addition to the D600, for when (if) I take my 2018 Epic Colorado road trip.
We spent the remaining dinner time talking about Colorado and photography in Colorado.
Later, at home, I plugged the camera into the wall via the supplied Nikon charger. Once the battery was fully charged the firmware was updated.
I kept my calories in check with a Slimfast breakfast and lunch and a barbecue and mac cheese dinner. I didn’t count calories but kept my intake in check.
That is good.
It fun to have a new creative toy. Especially a camera.
Alas, there are different degrees of happy. And that is no different with the Nikon W300. At the moment, my W300 happy isn’t too overwhelmingly happy. I thought I would over flow with W300 happy but that hasn’t happen.
I’m not disappointed in the camera as it is doing every thing Nikon says it can do. But my expectations were somewhat elevated due to the retail price and my experience with Nikon.
I confess that I expected a D600 compacted into the W300 with the extra water proof and shockproof shroud. Add into the expectation the SnapBridge app and my elation was complete.
Yet, the initial letdown and slight disappointment is simmering.
- SnapBridge automatically ports a low resolution copy to the iPhone. I suppose this is ok as the low resolution photo is good for texting, email, and social media. Yet, I expected the full resolution. So, it appears, when viewing on the iPhone, that iPhone photos are superior to the Nikon photos.
- There is a method to port the full resolution photos to the iPhone but that process is not automatic and it involves Wi-Fi. Seems complicated.
- I have not found a method to import full resolution 4K video from the W300 to the iPhone then to the Mac desktop. I can import from the W300 to the iPhone but not to the desktop. Very strange.
- The Time Lapse movie is limited to ten seconds. That seems too short. The D600 can time lapse for hours. The W300 time lapse captures a series of frames for a specific time frame depending on the setting, from Cityscape (10 minutes) to Star Trails (150 minutes). Regardless, the result is a ten second time lapse movie.
Of course, as with any new and expensive electronic toy, it takes a while to fully discover the depth of complexity and I’ve only had the W300 for 48 hours so I still have much to explore.
So … after fusing over the Nikon W300 for many days, debating internally if I should buy it, holding it in my hand at the local Best Buy then walking away, driving to a discount electronics store 33 miles away in hopes of a cheaper price (they didn’t even stock the camera), I finally laid the cash on the counter in front of a disconnected Best Buy cashier and walked home (actually drove home) with camera in box.
Of course, the budget will take a five hundred dollar hit for a new camera and memory card and some will wonder why I need a new camera when the Nikon D600 is a perfect camera in many ways.
The point and shoot W300 is what I was looking for with all the features listed on the Nikon web site that will satisfy my desires and needs.
In the store, the camera box was trapped inside a huge plastic container the cashier had to open. The 128 gig ultra fast HD memory card was also in its own huge plastic container. Store security in effect yet there was no Best Buy employee to help me in my selection. Although I was already focused on the W300 it would have been pleasant to, at least, browse other cameras at the suggestion of a Best Buy camera expert.
That didn’t happen.
At home, the unboxing was a huge disappointment. The contents rattled inside the cardboard and the box looked like it had been opened before my purchase. The padded bag the camera was wrapped in wasn’t taped as if some had already handled my new W300.
I would not have bought the camera had I been able to actually hold the box in hand at the store, fearing the contents had been carelessly handled or actually opened and used before.
At first glance, I was happy with the thick paperback manual resting inside the box until I realized the manual was really a 20 page quick start-up guide printed in every language known to man.
Referencing a manual online, I learned the time-lapse feature, which was the primary selling point for me, is limited to only 10 seconds. This was a huge let down and I battled a rush of buyer’s remorse at the lost of five bills for a camera that couldn’t perform as expected or advertised.
Of course, the battery was dead on arrival and it took over two hours to charge. When fully charged, it was time to leave for Sunday evening obligations and I couldn’t explore the wonders of my new toy. But not before I paired the W300 with the iPhone via a new Snap Talk application downloaded from the App Store.
Even with the dismal unboxing and initial misgiving, I am looking forward to using the W300 in future photographic exploits. In hand, the W300 is a solid camera and as a Nikon loyalist, the W300 will look good on the shelf if it turns into one of my impulse buys that I later wish I had researched better.
Please note, minimal calories were burned in pursuit of the Nikon W300.