Broken, But Beautiful!

We were shooting stills for a production company doing a cool new series for local tv yesterday when, horror of horrors, Betsy decided to pitch a fit and stop functioning. (I don't want to assume it's because Markie was in such close proximity to her for so long, but what else is there?)

At first I thought it was early onset retardation on my part, and that I may have accidentally flipped something or pressed something and caused her to get all PM-essy, but her autofocus stopped working and she refused to show me anything on the LCD, so after clicking and pushing, twisting and turning and even swapping out lenses and batteries, I laid her to rest in my camera bag and sent out an SOS email to Nikon, who, as luck would have it, serviced her 3 months ago, with the service warranty expiring last week. (I haven't gotten a response from them yet...)

Balls.

And she's so beautiful, with her little 50 f/1.4... :(

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I'm going to be seriously upset if I have to pay to get her fixed AGAIN, and even more upset if I'm forced to contemplate sell(sniff)ing her, since a few posts back we established that I'm a hoarder.

Which is not to say I won't get over it pretty quickly if Santa brings me a D3s for Christmas:)

WTF - Way Too Foolish.

Every so often I'm struck by an Idea of Such Brilliance that I'm dumbfounded. I'm literally rendered immobile for a moment (I suspect so my body can high five my brain) then I blur into action.

Sometimes I move with such purpose, it doesn't occur to me until mid-undertaking that what I'm doing is actually utter crap. Like putting the hose on in the house to 'pressure wash' the tiles.

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Seriously. With the thingie on the end and everything. So when I went to turn it on, it spat and waved around the room, spraying everything within 10 feet, including me, when I fought me way to it to wrestle it under control (because who would think to go back to the faucet to turn it off, right?)

What was supposed to be a master stroke of time saving genius in the house cleaning department turned into an afternoon of muttered cussing and, at one point, near paralysis when I slipped on a wet tile - only my brief encounter with rollerblades saving me from making what I'm sure would've been the Trini version of the "I've fallen and I can't get up' call.

The hose is still in my house (I could say that I haven't given up complete hope that my plan may still yet work given the appropriate rehashing, but to be honest, I was just too lazy to roll it back up to take it outside) and I'm still optimistic that one of my 'brilliant ideas' will make it into this blog as a resounding success, but clearly today is not the day...

 

Ring Around the Rosies

The pic above is one that I really like - taken at a wedding last weekend - fabulous decor - the details practically begged for someone to shoot them. Like the box above, with a pretty charm on top that said 'Thank You' and some YUMMY wedding cake inside (sweets, my kryptonite :D).

I'm really lucky to have hooked up with the photographers I shoot with - they're great people on top of being great photographers. And I'm really lucky they think I'm good enough to shoot with them :p

Here's another one taken at the same wedding - both shot with my 50mm f/1.4 and ambient/available light (window light for the bouquet).



Have a fabulous day!:)

Oh Putz-leeze

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Some images used Courtesy Ian Farnum)

I'm a putz.

I knew I was beginning what can now only be called a rapid roll downhill (putz-wise) when I used to find myself tearing up every single time, watching the Iams dog food commercial with the little girl and KC her dog. In my defense, I lost my beloved dog Bugsy and have never gotten over it. But still. Crying over a pet food commercial?

So onto this video, which I put together with the most excellent folks at Animoto. You guessed it. Putz City.

I really should stop blogging about what a loser I am...