My trusty Nikon D60 died. My kids and I were hiking around Maymont and touring the Birds of Prey area of the wildlife exhibits and I was taking photos of napping owls when the shutter made a sound like it hit the floor and dropped dead.
I tend to get attached to tools that serve their function well and I like to take care of them. It’s a real camera, not like the one on a cellphone or some smaller inferior device. It is sturdy and dependable. I’ve put it through a lot of hard labor. Without it, I feel incomplete — like I’m missing something. Continue reading