My camera strap is wrapped tightly around my right wrist. My Nikon hangs on my fingertips as I walk higher into the mountains. After decades of trekking, a callous has formed where my thumb rubs against the rubber grip.
My camera has become an extension of my arm – as comfortable and familiar as my well-worn boots. Working in the mountains, there is no second chance, no opportunity to return when the light is better. You walk forward into in the unknown, rarely looking back. Around every corner lies another photo-worthy vista. The weather can change in a moment's notice and chance encounters happen unexpectedly.
Over the years I have tried many bags, straps, and backpacks. I have missed countless shots fumbling around for the “right” piece of equipment at the bottom of an over-stuffed sack. Now, I set off each morning with my camera set on aperture-preferred, armed with a midrange zoom (18-70mm) and ready to shoot with a flick of the “on” button. With a turn of the zoom, I compose and shoot.
The less I am concerned with my camera settings, the more I can focus on the moment.
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