We're still acclimating ourselves to the new
toy phone which is turnin' out to be quite a laborious and time-consuming process. But it's not without rewards, given the joys of bein' able to surf these here innertubes, send and receive e-mail, so on and so forth, from any place there's suitable signal strength, albeit at speeds slower than what we're used to. But the speed she is adequate, I suppose. The camera, however, is not. Adequate. Witness:
That's a shot of last night's After Dinner Whiskey Hour libation, which was actually and pedantically After Dinner G&T Hour. The only notable thing about that photo (which was re-sized to 30% of the original) is the complete and total absence of ANY condensation on that ice-cold glass. Ya gotta love single-digit humidity when the temp is in the 90s, as it was when that pic was snapped.
Back to the subject at hand... Now I suppose the quality of that photo is adequate for sneakin' a "People of Wal-Mart" shot or to grab sumthin' when your only other option is grabbin' nuthin'. That said, the camera in the Evo is graphic proof that megapixels ain't everything when it comes to cameras. My grab-shot Canon only has five megapixels (it's sumthin' like six years old, too), as opposed to the Evo's eight, and the photo quality compared to the Evo's is of the night and day sort.
Thus endeth today's petty criticism. And now it's off to The Big(ger) City™ and Cannon Airplane Patch for to run some errands.