Like offering heroin to a junkie on credit
The camera drama...oh, the camera drama.
What I have learned about myself this week: I am mentally unstable when it comes to my camera. Ha ha! No, seriously.
Long story short, my beloved workhorse of a D50 is at Nikon getting a new sensor and will not be back for God knows how long--estimates range from 6 weeks to a couple months. I more or less lost my mind over it. I knew photography had stretched its roots deep into my soul, but I didn't know they went that deep.
I spent a lot of time this week arguing with the guy at the camera shop about getting a loaner while mine was gone--I mean, you don't pay half as much as a product is worth for a three-year warranty and not expect a little more accommodation--and he finally told me that the regional sales manager of the company said I could buy a D50 on credit, use it for 14 days (presumably during which point they'll come up with a loaner to loan me), and then return it for a full refund. Sounded risky to me but I was willing to do it. Because it is like the color and wind and movement and reason for living were gone from my life while I didn't have it. You think I'm kidding. Uh-uh.
This is a lesson in saving my pennies for a back-up.
Anyway I was telling my mother about all this, and it so happens that she knows the guy at the camera shop through mutual friends, and she told me his wife shot and killed herself last year. So I felt rotten for arguing with the poor guy about how the whole thing got so bungled (the camera was sent to Nikon without them ever telling me they were doing that--I had to call and keep pestering in order to find out). Let this also be a lesson in being kind to everyone, no matter how upset you are.
It is 6:35 a.m. on Saturday. I've been awake since four. One of these days, I swear, I am just going to fall over and not get back up. I am so far beyond tired.
One happy thing--a lens I ordered months ago from this same camera shop, and had given up hope on ever seeing it arrive, finally came in yesterday. So I have this sweet 50mm f1.8 prime to go with my "loaner-on-credit you better hope to God you don't break that thing" D50. I was playing around with it last night and the DOF at 1.8 is beyond amazing. Sadly, I can only hold the camera for 20 minutes or so before I can't stand up straight because the pain is so bad, so I think my experiments today will have to be mainly tripod-based. But I really can't complain about it too much; at least I have a camera, even if it is not mine.
I got that project I was rambling about last weekend started; you can see it here. It was great climbing around on that roof with a busted arm, let me tell ya. But the pictures came out pretty much exactly how I wanted. Pain is sometimes worth it. Both my models did a fucking awesome job.
I guess I'll go lay back down again.