In early January a friend asked me if I considered my camera to be my child, or my boyfriend, to which I responded: "my child". Obviously, I thought... it's only a baby. I have to say, now, that after a month, it is much more than that. It is an extension of my hand. And if anyone asked me the same question now, I would undoubtedly respond with "my boyfriend", and then try not to feel weird about the fact that what was once my child is now my boyfriend. This seems appropriate considering the fact that I had to think long and hard on a name, and not rush it (which I have also done before, and gave my D60 the ungodly name of "Gertrude"...what?). Once it came to me it just seemed to fit: Tito. For all of you wondering how weird I have to be to name my technology, who am I not to? This little piece of love can do so many things that I, or my human eyes cannot. He helps me see how beautiful this world is (which I think we all tend to forget) and I think he deserves some recognition.
I'm thinking of naming my 35mm f/1.8 nikkor lens Banderas... for the final full name of "Tito Banderas" because it just rolls off the tongue. But I'm going to have to let that one sit in my brain a little while longer, I think.

Fin.
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