Once upon a crime scene, you knew what to expect when you glanced at the other guy’s gear. These days, not so much. Take this set-up, for example: a stack of plastic and glass so nonsensical Dr. Seuss might hide it in the live truck. Me, I’d strap that contraption to one sore forearm and wade into the fray, oversized logo lit by a lone tally light. So what if Rube Goldberg wouldn’t shoot his kid’s bar mitzvah with that rig? We got menus to cruise through! Besides, it ain’t the components you tote, it’s the moments you scope. And who knows, this plastic axe may be just what you need for that upcoming clown-car ride-along. Imagine the pride when you all pile out, knowing that A.) you’re rockin’ the very latest in news-gathering technology, or B.) those virgins down at Radio Shack have been playing Jenga in the back room again...
3 comments:
if i shoot a babycam, this must be a premie-cam.
It is a sad day when your mic is bigger than your camera.
I carry that old HD1 with the same fish-eye in my personal runbag. 'Slinger has called some: Baked potato-cam, Fetus-cam...this is the Sperm cam. They use that same model on the dash for Ice Road Truckers.
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