Long and ... Bitter?
This is going to be a long one.
Wednesday morning, we woke up and went to the hotel breakfast, as usual. We came back, and I brushed my teeth, as usual. I got ready to go out, and got my camera stuff together. As usual, I got my camera ready and put together to make sure it worked.
The camera did not turn on. Not as usual.
I proceeded to extensively research my problem and pursue every troubleshooting venue, but to no avail. Turns out, the camera would still take pictures, but would refuse to display anything on the screen. Say good-bye to reviewing images and taking video.
But hey, I don't take video too often, and I don't use the screen to actually take pictures anyway. I could just review pictures once I got home, and not worry about it while I was out. I got more and more confident; I didn't need that stinking screen anyway! Having to take pictures with a less than fully functional camera would just make me a better photographer, right? Right.
So we headed out, I snapped a couple pictures, turned the camera off, and turned the camera back on to snap some more pictures.
ERROR 70 (says the camera)
WHAT?! EXCUSE ME?
But maybe I was just overreacting. I turned the camera off and on again, and it resumed its previous state of blank-screened but still working. So, we kept walking, and we finally made it to Le Centre Pompidou, which houses many of the great pieces of modern art created. Usually, I'm not one for modern art, but I would do my best to gain an appreciation. I took pictures as best I could, hoping to capture the true essence of the pure human expression that was painted upon the canvas in front of me. While there was no way to make sure, I was hoping I would be successful.
All I needed for success was one last shot. I zoomed in, and, wait... Right. So I zoomed in, and...
ZOOM LENS DOES NOT WANT TO ZOOM ANYMORE (says the lens)
HOLY CRAP.
Can this really happen? All to one person? All in one day? I had gone from a perfectly functioning (though used) body and lens to an almost worthless pile of plastic and glass. I looked incredulously at a tube whose various barrels were now free to slide wherever they so desired, and I was angry. Modern art lost all the appeal I had convinced myself it had, and I was back to hating that someone could literally just splatter some paint on a piece of canvas and have eternal fame and a worldwide following for years and years after they eventually committed suicide. Man. I could do that. No problem.
So, it was not a good day for the camera. But I did my best to make the most of it. For now, I will use my other lens (though it does not zoom), and see what happens.
Yet, even with the frustrations of a crippled camera, I still have my two eyes to help me see what Paris is all about. Sometimes it's better to just set the damn camera down anyway, and take images the old fashioned way, saving them to personal memory instead of an SD card.
Wednesday morning, we woke up and went to the hotel breakfast, as usual. We came back, and I brushed my teeth, as usual. I got ready to go out, and got my camera stuff together. As usual, I got my camera ready and put together to make sure it worked.
The camera did not turn on. Not as usual.
I proceeded to extensively research my problem and pursue every troubleshooting venue, but to no avail. Turns out, the camera would still take pictures, but would refuse to display anything on the screen. Say good-bye to reviewing images and taking video.
But hey, I don't take video too often, and I don't use the screen to actually take pictures anyway. I could just review pictures once I got home, and not worry about it while I was out. I got more and more confident; I didn't need that stinking screen anyway! Having to take pictures with a less than fully functional camera would just make me a better photographer, right? Right.
So we headed out, I snapped a couple pictures, turned the camera off, and turned the camera back on to snap some more pictures.
ERROR 70 (says the camera)
WHAT?! EXCUSE ME?
But maybe I was just overreacting. I turned the camera off and on again, and it resumed its previous state of blank-screened but still working. So, we kept walking, and we finally made it to Le Centre Pompidou, which houses many of the great pieces of modern art created. Usually, I'm not one for modern art, but I would do my best to gain an appreciation. I took pictures as best I could, hoping to capture the true essence of the pure human expression that was painted upon the canvas in front of me. While there was no way to make sure, I was hoping I would be successful.
All I needed for success was one last shot. I zoomed in, and, wait... Right. So I zoomed in, and...
ZOOM LENS DOES NOT WANT TO ZOOM ANYMORE (says the lens)
HOLY CRAP.
Can this really happen? All to one person? All in one day? I had gone from a perfectly functioning (though used) body and lens to an almost worthless pile of plastic and glass. I looked incredulously at a tube whose various barrels were now free to slide wherever they so desired, and I was angry. Modern art lost all the appeal I had convinced myself it had, and I was back to hating that someone could literally just splatter some paint on a piece of canvas and have eternal fame and a worldwide following for years and years after they eventually committed suicide. Man. I could do that. No problem.
So, it was not a good day for the camera. But I did my best to make the most of it. For now, I will use my other lens (though it does not zoom), and see what happens.
Yet, even with the frustrations of a crippled camera, I still have my two eyes to help me see what Paris is all about. Sometimes it's better to just set the damn camera down anyway, and take images the old fashioned way, saving them to personal memory instead of an SD card.
Thanks for reading.
I love love the colors! Hope you're having a good time :)
ReplyDelete