“Shoots me with my own gun, that’s what gets me.” –The Big Combo (1955)
Scene mode is for sissies. Sound cruel? Well, that’s what you’re paying me for, not to whistle Dixie and whitewash some cute little icons. You know the ones I mean: the smiley sun for cloudless days, the outhouse moon for night shots, the skier for sports. Hell, if you set the dial on tsunami you’ll get a pretty decent shot of one, even if you never live to see it. Ain’t technology great?
Here’s my beef with Easy Street: who’s the photographer? You, or that expensive contraption you’re holding?
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