The Cellphone Camera
Some guys play permanent hardball whilst others seek to engage their more feminine side; for myself, a tiny venture into masochism appears to have been the order of the day. The catalyst to this state of doubtful nirvana? The cellphone camera.
What started as curiosity has become a time-consuming obligation to see how far it can be stretched. Unlike normal cameras, where there is at least a modicum of personal input, the cellphone has a mind of its own, and tell it what you will, it does exactly as it sees fit.
There are several menu things to consult, but they are all hidden, and are, of course, impossible to read when out in the sunshine. As, indeed, it is to see one’s subject. The latter is a very helpful feature, indicating yet again that those people who design photographic instruments are seldom the ones to use them.
Anyway, this is the plot so far. Or so it was some time ago.
And even more to the point: the conclusion is that it simply isn't worth the trouble.
An enquiry about an image here, as intended decoration for a yacht, ended in frustration when it was
pointed out that the required degree of magnification was beyond the capabilty of this little device.
The moral's in the song: if you're gonna do it, do it right!.