First I was told it would be gone from two to five weeks. When I called at two weeks I was told four to six weeks. When I called at five weeks I was told that no one had received a go-ahead and work hadn’t even started yet!
I got mad. They were playing with my obsession.
Long story short, on the dot of six weeks it was home. Clean, and ready for action.
So let the photos roll.
Here’s an old one to tide things over until the prodigal and I make a trip.
Space, the final frontier
He was preparing to watch the sun set, but the phone rang.
His legs flexed for just a moment – he even put his hands on the arms of the chair. But he didn’t move.
And then he relaxed, sliding back in a happy repose.
“Let them leave a message.”
Just at the threshold of a smooth landing.
So I haven’t been here very much lately.
“Why’s that, James?” I hear you ask.
“Well,” I answer, ” – two things.”
As you may recall, my camera is out for servicing. I made the mistake, a while ago, of switching lenses outside on a windy day. Picked up some stuff, I did, and spent more time fixing my photos after that than I did taking them. The camera store told me 2-5 weeks for this little operation (imagine being without your trusty friend that long), then when I called them last week they bumped that up to 4-6. Hard to believe for a simple cleaning. It would have been faster to drive eleven hours to Nikon myself.
“But you’d switched to your backup camera,” I hear you cry.
“Yes,” I say, “but then I found myself waiting for a photographer’s Daily Prompt which never came.”
Did I miss something here? I see the daily prompts come in every day, but they don’t include photographers anymore. What kind of hocus-pocus is this that has photographers stuck on the sidelines, promptless and alone? Has something changed? Is there a new world order here that I’m not aware of?
I do wish that someone would enlighten me.
Aw, no more photo prompts?
For some Canadians (this one for sure), snow is pretty for about five minutes after the first accumulation and a miserable foe the rest of the time.
I didn’t grow up with it, you see. I don’t ski and skate, so winter for me isn’t fun and exciting and beautiful, it’s six long months of limited mobility and unscheduled, undesired hard work.
It must be nice to live where snow is a novelty. Like here, in the Okanagan Valley.
It’s such a shame that this isn’t the view from my back door.
Getting it done
My sick little Nikon DSLR is on its way to the hospital as I write this, preparing for the cleaning of its life, a full time zone and over a thousand kilometres away from here. I’m going to miss it. I don’t walk around every day with it strapped around my neck, but I like being able to grab it from my office and take pictures whenever I want.
I wrote the other day, while still in shock, with my lower lip still quivering, that I was stuck with the iPhone and the iPad for the duration. But now, one eureka later, I realize that this is not actually the case. I do still have the old camera, the Canon point-and-shoot thingy.
I had trouble with the Canon about two years past - the display stopped working so I had to operate it by looking through the viewfinder: it’s a very small viewfinder so using it is hard on the eyes, and it’s hard to see the digital controls in there. I took it to a camera shop to get an estimate – but they told me three to four hundred dollars, so it didn’t take too long to decide it would remain partially functional. I mean, considering that I bought it new for five hundred I wasn’t particularly interested in doubling my investment.
Anyway, it does ‘work’, so I’ll pull it out of mothballs and press it back into service while I wait for the prodigal son to return. Here’s a little something I took with it the day it decided to take a break.
Thanks for stopping by.
The Mamas and the Papas
This is an abandoned buildling at Bankhead, Alberta, near Banff in the Canadian Rocky Mountains. Bankhead was a coal mining town that supplied bitumen to the Canadian Pacific Railway for its locomotives. It was closed down by the CPR in 1922 because the mine was not profitable, although strike action a couple of months before may have been a factor.
The shells of a number of buildings remain at the site, along with short stretches of railway tracks and several large piles of coal slag. The Railway Station building was moved whole to Tunnel Mountain Road in Banff. The town is off limits at this time of year, but if you’re in the area this summer be sure to stop by. Take the Minnewanka road off the Trans-Canada Highway.
Hendon F. C.