For months now I’ve been avidly coveting the Canon EOS Rebel T1i 15.1, oh, yes, I have desired to feel its heft cupped in my little hands, to buy it adequate glass & always treasure its awesomeness. To learn to be the photographer I wannabe behind its rotating viewfinder, yes.
And then I saw this:

The Olympus PEN E-P1. I know it’s the looks of this one that got me, I’m trying to say it’s the features & the size & the lens possibilities & the Live MOS sensors & a Micro Four-Thirds format for cryin’ out loud, but, let’s face it, love at first sight is way shallower than that.
I want to go everywhere & whip this thing out. I want people to see me whipping it out, and they will see, because the would notice, because it is so not one of those you-have-to-read-the-numbers-to-tell-which-it-is ones. No, no it is not. And oh, oh, I want.

