It was basically the beginning of the end.
A few weeks ago, my camera had the audacity to display an error message during a shoot. At first, I thought it was just kidding. I turned to it and said, "You're kidding me, right?" To which it replied, "ERROR! PRESS SHUTTER RELEASE BUTTON AGAIN!"
So, I did. Then, it said, "ERROR! PRESS SHUTTER RELEASE BUTTON AGAIN!"
At this point I performed CPR (camera push-button resuscitation). It went something like this: "CLEAR!" [click] "CLEAR!" [click] "CLEAR!" [click]
(Hey, it was worth a shot)
Next, I focused on advice from specialists in camera-related forums, though the prognosis was the same each time. They recommended that I pull the plug and buy a new one for the same price I'd pay Nikon to "fix" it without insurance coverage.
I had done everything I could do, and no amount of House, MD episodes could help me now. My camera was on its last tripod leg, and there was no resolution.
[Insert moment of silence and/or Jeopardy theme song]
Now, if a picture is worth a thousand words, then my camera has spoken to me in billions of ways over the last 6 years as it has enabled me to capture my world around me and "freeze frame" the precious little faces of my children and the actions of our daily/weekly/monthly lives, in timeless wonder. Oh, the white balance! The depth of field!
And yet, as they say...all good things must come to an end.
A few weeks ago, my camera had the audacity to display an error message during a shoot. At first, I thought it was just kidding. I turned to it and said, "You're kidding me, right?" To which it replied, "ERROR! PRESS SHUTTER RELEASE BUTTON AGAIN!"
So, I did. Then, it said, "ERROR! PRESS SHUTTER RELEASE BUTTON AGAIN!"
At this point I performed CPR (camera push-button resuscitation). It went something like this: "CLEAR!" [click] "CLEAR!" [click] "CLEAR!" [click]
(Hey, it was worth a shot)
Next, I focused on advice from specialists in camera-related forums, though the prognosis was the same each time. They recommended that I pull the plug and buy a new one for the same price I'd pay Nikon to "fix" it without insurance coverage.
I had done everything I could do, and no amount of House, MD episodes could help me now. My camera was on its last tripod leg, and there was no resolution.
In one last desperate attempt to bring my "baby" back to life, I took off the lens, dusted off the parts, and VOILA! It worked again. Very. S-l-o-w-l-y.
But, I was ok with that. I can handle slow.
HOWEVER...
Just a few short days later, it seems that the sad reality is this... my camera, which I have loved, honored and cherished for the last six years has, in a flash, reached its final f-stop.
And, so doth death part us after just six short years of shutter-releasing bliss. Sigh. (Note: At my age, I'm just glad it was the camera, and not me. HA.)
[Insert moment of silence and/or Jeopardy theme song]
Now, if a picture is worth a thousand words, then my camera has spoken to me in billions of ways over the last 6 years as it has enabled me to capture my world around me and "freeze frame" the precious little faces of my children and the actions of our daily/weekly/monthly lives, in timeless wonder. Oh, the white balance! The depth of field!
And yet, as they say...all good things must come to an end.
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| My "baby" and me circa 2012. Good times. |
I sure will miss this body. The camera body, that is. Oh, who am I kidding? I might as well admit I'll miss my body too when it's past its picture-perfect (bwahahaha) prime.
Farewell, old friend. You'll be replaced soon, but you'll always live on in my memory cards. Emotions are RAW, and these red-eyes can't be reduced.
Until the next cup,
Awww,man. That's a rough day for sure. RIP Nikon. Hope you can replace it soon.
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