As I look at the almost limitless sea of equipment stuff that's accreted in my photo cabinet, overflowed onto the bookshelves and floor, and onto my desk, I glance over at the bookcase and daily see whatever Polaroid photo came up on top where I stack them waiting to be scanned. And that ALWAYS makes me smile.
Why is a Polaroid print always so friendly and fun? Crappy resolution, often poor dynamic range with blown out highs and lows, etc etc; technically not up to even the worst of my cell phone photos. But they work, they sparkle and make me smile. And not only me.
Must be magic.
Similarly, I've now taken two walks with nothing but a Skink Zone Sieve fitted to the A7. No focus, no sharpness, shooting at absurdly high ISO settings (8000 to 25600), f/71, A mode ... Point and shoot at its finest, you can't do much else. And yet, the photos I see in these two walks are strangely compelling and have drawn more views and returned more comments from people than I expected.
Whatever magic is going on, it's fun and very interesting too. I'm beginning to see in these media. I wonder where it will take me.