Tamron 17-70mm f2.8 Di III-A VC RXD for Fujifilm lens review

The f2.8 aperture zoom lens that Tamron produced for Fujifilm’s X mount provides more choices for Fujifilm users with newly added feature of optical image stabilisation, which is crucial for cameras without IBIS (in-body image stabilisation) to perform well in low light. Equivalently, the 17-70 focal lengths on an APS-Cropped camera correspond with 24-105mm on a full-frame camera. The Fujinon XC 15-45mm F3.5-5.6 OIS PZ that comes in package with many Fujifilm cameras also provides excellent hand-held shooting experience with great image quality and sharpness but underperforms in low light settings as its aperture is comparatively small, requiring users to take full use of various lighting strategies in order to gain satisfactory results. Given that prestigious Fujinon X lenses are often pricey and out-of-stock, and a XF 16-55mm F2.8 R LM WR lens costs about 7500 yuan or more, the Tamron zoom lens for Fujifilm would essentially be providing good shooting range with good optical image stabilisation, which, according to Tamron, is called vibration compensation (VC), to fulfill your daily photographic needs.

Sample Gallery

I purchased the Tamron zoom lens for my newly acquired Fujifilm camera that doesn’t have IBIS and the reason I am backing to Fujifilm is that I miss my tiny but lovely X-A7 camera that I have given to my friend when I didn’t realize how valuable Fujifilm cams have now become (now I regretted my having handed down that good Fujifilm camera to my friends).

Due to rainy conditions outside, the overall natural light that comes inside my apartment is quite limited so that photos I took with the Tamron lens is relatively greyish. My perfect and favorite focal lengths fall within 50 to 150 millimeters so this zoom lens relatively covers what I need for portraiture to streets photography.

Days in Kowloon and New Territories

Narrow but roofed, the many footbridges across busy roads, avenues, and streets in Hong Kong are lifelines sheltering a population of around seven million in not so good days. It’s a mountainous city with a sense of British idiosyncrasy, old dreams, and noises. Heartland of contemporary Cantonese culture that cherishes a tender way of living, the city that called itself Asia’s world city usually dealt with natural difficulties such as tropical cyclones that occurs half a year round with a spirt of rare optimism and preparedness.

The Lion Rock separating Kowloon from New Territories is a emotional symbol of Hong Kong’s unweaving spirit of remaining strong in difficult times since the end of WW2. It remains greenish, sublimely serene, and sentimentally beautiful.

Lantau Island and Bus Route 21

Beneath the ropeway cabin my friend Chen and I were riding were thin waterfalls winding through the valleys. Above us were cloudless blue sky allowing sunshine’s uninterrupted brace to the ground. Mindful of the mountains of around 507 meters high above sea level, I recognized how environments shape our way of life, in unconscious ways.

On the day of Mid-autumn Festival, the Po Lin Monastery has been full of visitors and festival decorations. Some bright-colored lanterns hung over the streets greeted the people paying tributes to the sublimely Tian Tan Buddha overlooking the entire Lantau Island.

It has been the very second time that I come here. The memory of my first visit with a friend has become a bit vague now but never faded away as I can still vividly recollect myself climbing the staircase of the monastery with the friend and taking the bus route 21 together heading towards the seaside fishing township of Tai O, whose locals made a living through tourism now with fishing traditions remaining vivid and evident in stilt houses.

This day, my friend Chen and I have been on the same route I had taken in 2018. Bus route 21 is crowed with tourists as usual. Before a big ceremonial wall erected to celebrate the National Day are bus stops where we get off the bus with other tourists speaking different languages.

It appeared that the seaside village’s special charm that existed in my memory has, in a sudden, faded away gradually. We bought some beverages at a local milk tea shop operated by two waiters or managers. One of the women in the shop told us to wait our drinks outside the store. Moucha Milk and Iced Lychee Water were what we had ordered.

At the very hot moment of the day in the afternoon, we bought two boat seat tickets to have a look of the sea around the Tai O village. It turned out to be the first time that I have ever been so close to the South China Sea and Chinese white dolphins whose pinkish fins can occasionally be seen around our small boat. The blond-haired woman who may come from Russia or US shouted out loud in excitement while filming the appearance of the dolphins.

Never once have I imagined to see a dolphin in the sea off the beachless Tai O village. When I asked the black-skinned Cantonese helmsman if there is beach in Tai O, he, motionless and emotionless, did not respond, concentrating his focus on his phone screens.

Apparently awed by the dophins and the bobbing boat, Chen said the boat-riding experience is exciting and unforgettable and worth the price and time we spent. And at some moments when I looked at the seemingly omnipresent ocean afar, I agreed.