I recently bought a new cellphone. Not because I needed it—though I did need a new one—but because my old one died. How, you ask? Well, mainly because it wasn’t waterproof. More specifically, it wasn’t giant freaking wave proof.
Since moving from Lincoln Park to Edgewater, I’ve recalibrated my nature obsession. My old passion used to be the Alfred Caldwell Lily Pool or the North Pond, but those are a bit farther away now. Now I’m obsessed with Foster Beach and Lake Michigan.
So while obsessing over the perfect wave photo on a blustery evening, I got a little too close to the lakefront edge when a wave crashed over me, soaking my body and my phone. Though it was a financial bummer that my phone died, it meant that I would get a new model with an awesomely better camera.
I bought one of the latest iPhone models, the 6s. This isn’t an Apple fanboy post, though I am fond of Apple products. This is more about the amazement of cameraphone technology from a photographer’s perspective. Though I worked with film as a kid, I sorta grew up with digital cameras. My mom bought me a Fujifilm FinePix 2mp camera as a gift in high school—and I loved that thing—though it’s a crappy camera by today’s standard.
It’s amazing that, in my pocket, I have a 12mp camera with decent quality that I can manually control. I can set the ISO, the shutter, and the aperture, while also adjusting the white balance. With another app, I can add color and contrast adjustments, while also cropping the image to make it stronger. It’s great, and it also makes telephone calls.
Is it better than my dSLR? Heck no. But it’s pretty good though, for a cameraphone.