Every time I make any progess in life, I am dealt an immediate setback. It's the story of my life. It never fails.
I march down the football field gaining positive yards, moving the ball steadily, methodically, thinking I'm about to score a touchdown and then, WHAM, I am struck in the backfield for a loss and a fumble. And this time was no different.
This is what happened:
As I mentioned last week, I had a good day photojournalistically-wise because my photos made the front page of two local papers, The Miami Sunpost and the Coral Gables Gazette. This, of course, put me in their radar and they've promised to call me for future assignments. The Miami Herald also plans to use me in the future because they've seen my photos and like them. And I've been doing some work for SEIU and I just got paid very well for a couple of assignments.
With that money, I was able to buy a plane ticket to an undisclosed location (I will tell you all about it when I come back with the photos in May, but for now, it remains a secret), able to pay somebody to redesign my website (which hopefully will be launched next week), and I was thinking of buying one of those portable storage devices that Blue_in_Ak has.
Then today I discovered that my 70-200 L lens is fucked. The auto-focus doesn't work anymore. The 1.4x extender may also be damaged. It's a $585 lens. The extender goes for $285.
I am so pissed off.
Oh, and the reason it's damamged? Because it fell out of my camera vest last week onto the pavement, as I was, ironically enough, grabbing a stack of Coral Gables Gazette newspapers with my huge photo across the top of the fold (and the smaller photo below the large photo). Yep. It just slipped out and landed with a thud on the street. I picked it up, examined it and it didn't looked messed up.
I immediately remembered a post from another photographer on www.photo.net where he dropped an expensive Canon L lens down a cliff, watching it bang against a couple of rocks before landing on a rock halfway down.
He said it worked perfectly after that fall. I was hoping mine would follow the same fate.
Then today, as I was driving down Eight Street, through the heart of Little Havana, I saw a bunch of Cuban old men protesting something and waving their Cuban flags (with a few American flags in the mix, so let's not start that GD debate). They were a bunch of right-wingers demanding the release of
Luis Posada CarrilesThankfully, they are a dying breed, which was the whole point of me taking their photos in the first place. A small group of senior citizens demanding the release of an admitted terrorist.
I took a few shots with my 24-70 L lens, then walked across the street, put on the 70-200 L lens with the extender and ...
that is when I realized my lens was fucked. That is when I realized that as I was making my positive yardage last week (grabbing the newspapers), I had not only been thrown for a huge loss where the ball popped out of my arms, I did not recover the fumble. The lens did not survive the fall.