Thursday, July 28, 2011
Oh my Nikon, my Nikon.
Apparently, the world is either too light, dark, hot, cold, vertical, or horizontal for his delicate sensibilities. And that’s when he remembers to take his cap off.
Our conversations usually end in an argument, though he does most of the talking -- driving home his points with lots of charts and graphs and whatnot.
If I disagree, he seeks his revenge, and flashes someone at an inappropriate moment.
So maybe my old camera isn't so pretty, so smart. Maybe he wears an old athletic sock when traveling from place to place.
And maybe he’s a little slow on the trigger; has a problem with focus at certain critical moments.
But at least with my Canon, if I blow on his lens, he perks right up.