A Wider View
Ever think you want something and then find out you really don’t want it?
For months I’ve yearned for a really wide-angle lens—something that would take in more than my periphery vision—something that encompassed everything I could see when I turned my head to the right and then to the left.
Today I had the chance to use such a lens. It distorts the world. Flat lines become curved, Curved lines stretch themselves seeking, I think, to become circles or ovals.
I know, with post processing, there’s a way to restore the horizon to what my eye sees—but that defeats the purpose of this wide-angle lens. I think I prefer smaller bits of reality.
For months I’ve yearned for a really wide-angle lens—something that would take in more than my periphery vision—something that encompassed everything I could see when I turned my head to the right and then to the left.
Today I had the chance to use such a lens. It distorts the world. Flat lines become curved, Curved lines stretch themselves seeking, I think, to become circles or ovals.
I know, with post processing, there’s a way to restore the horizon to what my eye sees—but that defeats the purpose of this wide-angle lens. I think I prefer smaller bits of reality.
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