As I mentioned a few posts back, I was able to get my hands on a few of my dad’s old lenses from his A-1 SLR. So ecstatic was I, that my enthusiasm cup runneth all over my non-camera enthusiast friends.
They feign interest, nodding and smiling. Essentially paying me as much mind as they would if I declared I had acquired my third pet turtle.
So, I did my best to try to break down why I love myself new lens to a layman. It’s akin to giving a new crayon colour to a child who loves to paint the walls. It vastly expands what your camera is now capable of. Or it will, once you understand what your new lens is capable of. That’s admittedly the harder part.
Arguably defending lens enthusiasm is a fight best won through showing as oppose to telling. So, on hand for the closing night of the historic Waldorf hotel, I broke out a new old lens for its inaugural photo shoot.
Also, have you seen this? I know!
Farewell Waldorf Hotel, a set on Flickr.