There was a time when having the word “photographer” under your name on your Instagram profile was almost as common as having an Instagram profile, while having no experience in photography prior to creating your profile was almost as common as putting the word “photographer” under your name. In this jungle of wannabes Canon was the bestseller, thanks to the curiously Instagram-friendly colors that their DSLRs became famous for, combined with clever marketing subtly aimed at bitch ass niggaz – something that Instagram was known for turning people into.

Traditionally late to every party, it was only weeks ago that I bought my first Canon DSLR and my initial impression didn’t change much: this thing doesn’t quite feel like a tool but more like something that perhaps would feel like a tool in the hands of someone who never used one. Like some bitch ass nigga. My last camera was a Nikon, so that’s that.

But that was before the break from photography, which means my last camera was my phone. Which means Canon is the logical next step.

Which means there’s finally something in my life that makes sense, not thanks to Jesus Christ or my wonderful imaginary family, but thanks to Canon.

A motherfucking trip.