When I sold my 60D, I felt strange. It had been my companion for so long and I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d made the right choice. Was I going to be happy with my little OM-D? Only time would tell. On the up side, my selling the 60D had freed up some funds for the one thing my OM-D was lacking: a good lens. Or two.
There are dozens of choices when it comes to lenses for this little camera so it took me a while to narrow down my options, but I eventually settled on two prime lenses: the 17mm f1.8 and the 45mm f1.8. (With a prime lens, zooming is provided by your own movement either towards or away from the subject of your photographic gaze.) I loved the 17mm lens straight away and I’ve been using it for photos of my op shop finds and my handknitted goodies. The 45mm lens, though… I didn’t feel the love. But this is exactly what happened with my 50mm lens on my 60D: all I needed to do was force myself to use the lens until I worked out what it was best at.
I finally had a chance to do that when I visited the parents in Beechworth recently.