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Photography over the last decade experienced many innovations. The advent of digital photography created an explosion of interest for many people. No longer are we bound by the expense of film and development. We can take an infinite amount of photos and delete the disappointments with ease and with no expense except for the time used to take the image.

The sophistication of today’s camera surpasses the simplicity of past models. This development is a double-edged sword. It allows us to capture images without understanding ISO sensitivity, shutter speed, and aperture, the three elements necessary to properly expose an image. I, and other, photographers hear people comment how easy it is to take a picture. Some people believe if you purchase an expensive enough camera, you can rip it out the box and start creating postcard-quality photos.

Some have made the following statements regarding my images. “That’s a beautiful picture. You must have a nice camera.” or my favorite response “Those were some nice photos. YOU didn’t take them did you? (This was from a family member!)” I receive the comments in the spirit in which they were given. However, have you ever seen a beautiful painting and thought, “Wow, this artist must have some nice brushes!” People didn’t concern themselves with Michelangelo’s equipment used to paint the Sistine Chapel; nor did anyone care about the make and model of Miles Davis’s trumpet. Yet, photography seems to be the exception where more credit is given to the tool than the artist. When was the last time you visited your favorite restaurant and concerned yourself about the type of stove used?

I’ve worked with a friend for a few months to help him with his photography. He has a great point ‘n shoot camera. He believes he needs a better camera to improve his images. I urge him to improve his photography skills before upgrading his camera. A better camera not only makes taking great shots easier. It makes taking bad shots easier as well. If you do not understand the principles involved in taking great shots, guess which ones you’ll end up with the most.

I challenged him some time ago to use my camera and I would use his. We went to Cambridge, UK. It is a beautiful area with a river running through the city and the historic Cambridge University situated along the river. I gave him my Digital Rebel XT and a choice of lenses. He chose to use the lens with a 15x zoom so he could have wide angle and telephoto capability.

He was initially frustrated with the controls, but he found his comfort zone and he believed this was the missing ingredient for his recipe in taking great photos. I enjoyed using his point ‘n shoot camera and I looked forward to seeing my images on the computer.

We downloaded our images and began to examine the results. As we looked at his photos, he realized what he saw on the LCD wasn’t showing up on the computer. The reality is the equipment didn’t make his shots better. He’s realizing the challenge is how to transform what he visualizes into a good photograph. A great camera can do many things, but it cannot interpret our vision.

Every person purchasing a nice camera does not need to read photography books and take classes. Yet, capturing beautiful and lasting images takes time and it’s not the camera, but the photographer that matters.

Every photo in this post was taken with his camera, Canon S90.

“Gear is Good, Vision is Better.” – David duChemin

-Roger

Working as a contractor even in Afghanistan, you can make a lot of money and further your career. However, most of the people on bases are not here for the money and it’s not a matter of career positioning. We were reminded of that reality after we returned to work from dinner. Our Italian sponsored looked upset. We immediately recognized it and asked him, “What’s the matter?” He stated that something was not good. His English is limited so when we asked him what happened, he declined to explain it. The next morning we heard their fellow soldier(s) lost their lives. We’re not certain how many. Yet, the impact on the base was profound. A ceremony for one of their fallen soldiers took place and we attended to pay our respects.

The next morning, Justin and I prepared for yet another flight to another base. This one was even more remote. When we landed, all we saw was dust from the rear of the plane. After a moment or two, we saw more mountains and we were greeted by occasional loud bursts. Thankfully, there weren’t incoming shots, but tanks firing shots in the distance. After a week of travel, we returned to our home base no worse for wear.

My last week in Afghanistan was uneventful. I met more engaging people doing great work and who are very sharp. The lifestyle is not ideal. Yet, the work is important and the pay is good. I would’ve never considered working here previously. Yet, my experience here has brought the phrase, “Never say never” to the forefront again.

The day of my departure was long. I woke up at 4:40 AM to prepare for my 5:30 drive to the airport. With my colleague missing his flight a week earlier, my co-workers and I checked and re-checked the departure time. I arrived at the airport at 6:00 AM and waited for the 8:30 departure. We flew into Trabzon Turkey to refuel. Our time there lasted less than one hour and we were back on the plane to Copenhagen. We arrived in Denmark and I was already tired and I had reservations at a nearby hotel. However, I felt I was close to home and I didn’t want to stay away another night. I went to the ticket counter and inquired about a flight to London. After checking the schedule, the agent told me I could take an 8:20 PM flight. With the clock approaching 4:00 PM, it would be no problem passing the time.

Later that day, I boarded the flight and we arrived in London shortly after 9:20 PM. Now, I had to get my luggage, work my way through customs and grab a train from Heathrow to London, then from London to Huntingdon. Each train ride is an hour. So, I knew it would be another two hours and some change before I arrived at home. Yet, when I bought my ticket going from Heathrow Airport to downtown, it was after 10:30 and the ticket agent wasn’t certain I could catch the second train to Huntingdon. He thought they may have concluded for the day. I prayed there would be trains running because an hour long taxi ride would not be cheap. I arrived at downtown London shortly after 11:30 PM. Fortunately, there was another train to Huntingdon, but it wasn’t leaving until 12:36 AM, more waiting. I got on the train and had to fight the urge to contain my excitement at approaching home and not falling asleep thereby missing my stop. Twenty minutes from my stop I called a taxi so I could have a ride home. When I got off the train, the guy was waiting for me and it wasn’t a moment too soon because a fellow passenger was eyeing my ride. I live less than two miles from the station but the ride seemed much longer. However, I arrived at home shortly after 1:30 AM and I shortly afterwards I answered the bed that was calling me every since I arrived at Denmark.

I had an enlightening experience in Afghanistan. I met many people and gained some new friends. I thank God for the opportunity and hope and pray this war comes to a peaceful resolution. God Bless and Keep Shooting—pictures, that is!

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