This week I remembered that I had a lens for my dSLR that I haven’t used in over a year, and it suddenly occurred to me that I had it, and exactly where it was. When I first got the dSLR, it’d been the lens I’d used almost exclusively, but when I switched it into the camera body, I couldn’t remember for the life of me why I’d liked it.
Until I remembered I could switch it to a really tight focal length, and I loves me a tight focal length. I shot at Cali’s dress-up birthday party last weekend, and the next day whilst hanging out with Ruth F. Kohtz, and then somehow managed to break the lens in half while focusing last night. My supersmart roomie says the lens is not repairable by human efforts, but the internet says that the lens can be purchased for a little over a hundred dollars pretty easily. Not the most fun, but not the biggest tragedy, either.






