The Good Thing About Cheap Glass
The good thing about cheap glass is that when said photographer drops herself on the ground and finds her camera in two parts. . . she can worry about whether or not she’s hurt instead of her broken camera lens.
The bad thing about cheap glass is that said photographer can also worry about whether or not she gave the probationers a peep show instead of her broken camera lens.
Two Sundays ago, after church, DH and I went out shooting down by the courthouse and the old train tracks. Last time, we weren’t happy with the shots we’d gotten of some of the buildings. So, I thought it would be a good opportunity to try again and get some portraits of DH for this class. You can see some of my keepers from the last trip here: http://www.ordinarydetails.com/2009/05/shooting-through-the-blues/
The area is where 7 railroad tracks cross the main road into town and there are several old feed mill buildings etc. During the week or during the day it’s a busy area. . . and during the week there’s all the folks from the courthouse and the probation office to contend with.
I took a few shots of the trains and then headed for the creek. . . where DH had spent a good bit of his time the last time. Only, on my way down, I slipped and fell. . . Hit the deck hard. . . and FAST- I remember stepping and then the next thing you know I was on the ground.
As I was noticing that my 18-55mm lens had come of my camera, two guys hollered out to ask me if they were ok from the other side of creek. Where did they come from? I hadn’t seen them before. They were over by the probation office.
I checked myself out. .. other than some scrapes on my elbow, I was sure I’d be sore but was ok and told them so. I just sat there. . . trying to see if I could get my lens back on my camera. Two little plastic pieces has been broken off- and would not let me latch it onto the camera.
They hollered again to ask if I was ok. I was and I told them that. (I wanted to say, do you think I’d be staring at this camera if I wasn’t. . . but didn’t). I was trying to figure out how to get up. . . on what I now knew was slippery rock with a lens in one hand. . (and the two broken pieces). . and the camera in the other hand.
Thankfully, by this time, DH heard and figured out what was going on. . . he put his camera in the truck and gave me the helping hand I needed to get up.
Despite the camera and I being quite muddy, I was determined to get at least a few shots for this class as I switched lenses. The camera still worked- Thankgoodness.
On the way home, DH and I decided that I’d try to superglue the pieces back to see if that would work. If not, I’d get the cheap 50mm lens I’ve been looking at or another one just like what I have. . . I love taking pics at that 18mm. . .but DH has one too! This verdict is still out.
And, I couldn’t help but wonder, since I was wearing a knee length skirt, how much of a peep show I’d given to those probationers who must have seen me fall. At least I had on plain jane cotton undies. . . and as DH said, at least I had on undies. (Not that I wouldn’t have gone to church without them.)
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