While I wait for the Kid who is in her Saturday art class, I’m sitting in a McCafe drinking a $1 coffee an mooching free wifi to kill some time and to write some posts. I’m using a Bluetooth keyboard tethered to my iPhone which is plugged into a portable USB battery pack all while I track the time on my GPS enabled smart watch and listen to music on headphones so small I forgot I was wearing them. It struck me as worth writing here that the largest thing on my little bistro table is my coffee cup. I know we’re all all used to how small and clever things are these days, but every once in a while it still catches me off guard.
As is usually the case whenever I opt to buy a new camera, a confluence of vacation speculation and a modest financial windfall leads me to ponder a technology upgrade.
I think it was a solid five years ago when I bought my first GoPro, a Hero 3. It went to multiple countries, took tens of thousands of photos and too many hours of video to count, and still sits on my shelf as a backup. In fact, I hiked it up Mount Robson this summer and did a lot of side-by-side comparison of the footage compared to my second GoPro.
My second GoPro was a Hero 4 Session. I bought it specifically because it was tiny. The notion I had in my head was that (a) I had been doing a lot of running with my GoPro (v1) but (b) that camera was a little too bulky to bring along for serious races (ie, the New York Marathon). I picked up a session nearly 2 years ago, and although I found it was a minor compromise on image & video quality over the older camera, the photographers maxim held much stronger with the Session: “The best camera is always the one you have with you.” …and with such a small camera, I always had it with me. It fit in my pocket. It went everywhere. Running. Races. Vacation. Up mountains.
Fast forward to a couple weeks ago.
I’ve been eyeing the Hero 5. It marked a significant upgrade from what I had, but was still part of that GoPro ecosystem in which I’m almost as heavily invested in mounts and do-dads as I am cameras (maybe a slight exaggeration, but you get the point.) Still, it wasn’t quite tempting enough..
… Not tempting enough until a few weeks ago the Hero 6 was announced with spec that suddenly cross the threshold of slight improvement into massive jump: higher framerates (mean some awesome slow-mo footage) and a slick on-board stabilization feature (which means running footage that doesn’t make you want to vomit watching it) just to name the two that clicked me into serious consideration mode.
Long story short, I now own this camera. Yup. I picked up a Hero 6 Black on Monday night and you’ll be seeing some footage from it in the very near future. I brought it home, un-boxed it, and went to do the memory card shuffle (you know… where you move the best memory card into the new camera, second best in the second newest, etc…)
Aaaaaaaaand …I couldn’t find the Session, my little mini-GoPro-v2 that came along to New York and up Mount Robson, and had been on a few dozen runs through the river valley. I’d set it down somewhere, stuck it in a drawer, left in a pocket, dropped it in a shoe or between a crack in the floorboards maybe. The problem with small technology is that if you sneeze funny it flutters away in the wind. And I’ve been turning the house upside-down for two days and wracking my brain to remember when I last had it and where it end up.
I mean, great timing on getting a new camera and I’m stoked about trying out the Hero 6 and posting some awesome footage in the coming weeks… but the case of the missing camera is going to drive me nuts if it doesn’t turn up from wherever it has hidden itself.
I usually take better care of my gear, so this is almost more embarrassment than frustration.