I sold my zoom lens in February. Not the cheap kit one, the good one. A 24-70 f/2.8 that I carried everywhere for three years. I replaced it with a 35mm f/1.4 and a 50mm f/1.8 and told myself I would learn to frame with my feet.
Here is what actually happened.
The First Month Was Bad
I missed shots. A lot of them. Dogs running, kids at the rambla, a heron at Parque Rodó that took off before I could zoom with my legs. I kept reaching for a zoom ring that was not there.
My hit rate dropped maybe 40%. I am not exaggerating, I counted. I went from keeping about 8 out of 10 frames to maybe 5. That is a real number from my Lightroom catalog, not a feeling.
The thing nobody tells you about primes is that the constraint does not make you creative. It makes you angry first. Then, slowly, it makes you move.
What I Gained
After about six weeks something shifted. I stopped trying to frame everything from where I was standing and started walking. Not zooming, walking. Into the scene, around it, sometimes away from it.
Here is what I noticed: