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Part1 / Art is a persistent test of toughness

I have been carrying cameras and taking pictures for more or less twenty years. Given up, more than once, and a few more times after that. My father, a dock worker, gave me the advice to ¨get an honest job¨. I tried. Obviously, I didn’t succeed.

I have kept on carrying those cameras, like a brick around my neck, over my shoulder, and around my arms. I can’t say that I am particularly unhappy. That same camera has taken me to amazing locations, places where tourists don’t go and places where most do not want to be. Countless times I have wanted to smash my camera into oblivion, and countless times my camera made me feel like the luckiest man in the world. And so on, the two extremes with my camera. Day in and day out.

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To sum up this introduction, these bricks of mine have given me unparalled experiences: an omlette with Coppola, coffee with Robert Escobar, a sit down with General Prado. Witnessing ice caps travel towards Antarctica, an avalanche at the base of Mount Everest, squeezing through cu-chi tunnels, drinking blood with the Massai and watching the sun rise while searching for jaguars.

Looking through my lense I have witnessed murder and hatred. Little girls accused of being witches and little boys carrying rifles. I have seen gold and famine side by side, love and hate holding hands.

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While on assignment I would bend under the weight of my gear, multiple lenses and lights. I felt obliged, with that amount of equipment, to attack reality which only seemed to exist as a result of the technology. I was wrong.

All of that equipment began to be a burden, and a distraction from the meaning. Constantly searching between wide angles and shallow focus. Always wanting more. Then I found myself trapped between endless triggering, endless tries and failures. After time, yet not that long ago, I wanted to change all that, find the camera for change.

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I have carried a Haselblad, Pan, and a Df. Then one day, I found the Fuji Xpro in my hands, and have not let it go since. There is a running bet that is you catch me without my Fugi, all drinks are on me…..and still haven’t paid for one yet.

I will skip over the technical description to the Xpro2, Google does a much better job. I can only mention the unbeatable ‘dynamic range’ and ‘ISO’. The auto focus is not intended for sprinters and long range jumpers. The battery could also be a bit better.

But.

The X pro is made for craftsmen, romantics, and artists. Gentlemen and adventurists. Moreover the Xpro2 was made to capture your passion. A spirit of the past, a time where you were shooting to 36, and not one more than 36. There was respect for space. An idea and a plan, concept and composition. Light was measured. Even the word ”art” was used in a time before memory cards and unlimited tries and fails.

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It is fascinating the independence that Xpro has of Photoshop (a seemingly nessesary evil in today’s photography) . Many different fim filters, readily available and user friendly, allowing photography to be final. Finished and untouchable. The rapid fire trigger approach to photography with endless tries, but in the end is almost surely missed. It is impossible to find it in a fog of ignorance.

Because, it is hard to say where the camera ends and where the photo begins.

Art is a persistant test of toughness. But Fuji X Pro proves to be toughest of them all.

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