Point and Shoot

Ever since I was a kid, I have had a fascination with photography. Like the sounds coming out of a radio, it seemed like magic to me. I still don’t fully understand either medium.

And while I have had various cameras over the years and even used them on newspapers where I worked, my interest in picture taking completely took off when I got a smartphone. The ease with which I could snap the life I saw around me, and the quality. Wow!

In the last month alone, I have captured with my camera, stunning photos of bars of green soap at a bulk store as well as wonderful photos of a bag of grass seed for the lawn, several varieties of a too expensive mouthwash, a jar of lightly seasoned peanuts, a phone charger cord, 13 kilograms of lean ground beef, a package of sliced white mushrooms, a new vacuum cleaner, a package of frozen raspberries, a box of garbage bags, a bottle of dandruff shampoo, a bag of sunflower seeds, some taco shells and a big jug of laundry detergent.

All of these items were sent to another smartphone at my home with the question, “Is this what you want?”

I will leave the sunsets and sunrises to others along with exotic animals, newborn babies and landscapes. I will take photos of packages of cat litter and dog kibble till I am blue in the face.

And then, with my phone, I can press a little icon and take a picture of me turning blue.

I love progress.

©2022 Jim Hagarty

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.