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Boston and No Red Dots of Death

While perusing Kirk Tuck's blog I was reminded of the serious red dot issue with the E-PL2. I offer the following two photographs I took in Boston with my E-P2 (sorry, no E-PL2) that don't have the Red Dots of Death.

When I traveled to Boston the week of 3 April I took the older E-P2 with me along with a motley bag of lenses to play with. While I didn't post everything I took while in Boston that week, I did happen to post two images that should have created red dots, but didn't.

E-P2, M.Zuiko 14-42mm, 14mm, f/5, 1/1600s, ISO 400

The image above was taken with the kit lens on the last day I was attending the SIW, early in the morning. The image below was taken in the early afternoon on the Sunday I arrived in Boston with a 30-year-old OM film lens. You'll note typical lens flair and starring, but not the Red Dots of Death. You'll have to take my word for it, but on those photos I didn't post that also contained flairs such as these, they didn't have Red Dots of Death either.

E-P2, OM 50mm 1:1.4, f/5.6, 1/2000s, ISO 200, -0.3 EV

What's interesting about both of these is that they were taken around f/5.6. I have a tendency to photograph with lens apertures as wide open as possible, only stopping down to avoid overexposures. I can't give you any single specific reason why I do this, it's just a habit I've fallen into over the years. I just seem to avoid trouble by staying away from the smaller apertures at f/8 and higher.

It's amazing what you can photograph when you use the equipment the way it was intended, instead of the way you think it should be.


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