It must be the ease of use
It finally happened. I have had my picture taken by a cellphone camera. One of my co-workers decided to grab a shot while we waited for the bus homeward, so I didn’t mind too much; if anything, a degree of curiousity left me smiling like a ninny in a snowstorm. No bip, just a request to look at someone trying to dial their daughter.
The result was, well, tiny. Somehow, the idea of Nat Geo sending a team to another exotic site armed with a cellcamera doesn’t seem like a realistic thing. An image where I can count the pixels without using higher math skills, and a return to seventeen colours (it has to be better than sixteen, I assume) that lacked focus. In fact, I fought the urge to whip out my notepad and a handful of dull crayons in an attempt to “go one better”. It must be the ease of use.
I have a tiny digital camera, not much bigger than the Minox of old. Without complaining too much (the battery life is about equal to the life of a shadfly), it takes a reasonable photo, although I can’t call anyone with it. Or choose an annoying ringtone. You see, this is a cell-free environment. If you want to call me (or Skype me, should you be truly hooked into the New World) that’s fine, but it will be when I am close to my phones; not in a city bus, or a restroom, or somewhere inbetween. As for my image, immortalized in a cellphone; well, the battery will run down eventually.
