The Digital Camera Revolution -or- Why I Love My Nikon D70

Inasmuch as film photography for the masses (read: you and me and everyone we know) is riding down the ramp to eternal ignominy, procrustean scribes will nonetheless wax poetic about their yearnings for tradition, lost 'soul' and how all the new stuff just isn't the same as the old stuff. It's true too, although it doesn't matter a wit in any case. That the observation is true also in no way mitigates the usefulness of the newest digital technology embodied in the latest cameras. In defense of Procrustes (mythology—look it up) himself, the effort of making fit the digital enemies has resulted in a strange event: the film traditionalists are moving inexorably and en masse to digital. "Can't teach and old dog new tricks?" Nonsense!

I love my Nikon D70.

No film. No crappy One-Hour Photo prints (I should have always waited the extra two days anyway). Instant gratification—I can see how bad (or how good) my shots are while I'm still in a position to take better ones. No slide film either with its one week or two week waits for the results. No scanning with the requisite and unavoidable degradation evident even when using a $1,500 desktop flatbed scanner. Above all else, the D70 is not only digital, it also looks like a really classy and expensive 35mm film camera.

And therein lies the proverbial rub. More . . .