I don’t know why I feel the need to confess. Perhaps it’s my Catholic upbringing (it really sticks with you). Anyway, here it goes: Lately I’ve subjected my photo blog and it’s followers, viewers and perusers to blurry digital photos and even some photos not-courtesy of my Nikon (aka iPhone shots). My relationship with my Nikon D3100 (aka “Steve”) had begun to deteriorate as of late. I tried babying him with a few spa-like treatments; it didn’t help. I bought him a new battery and charged the crap out of it before giving it to him; it didn’t help. I thought for sure that the auto focus (Yes, I cheat sometimes … i use the auto focus. There I said it.) feature was b-r-o-k-e-n. The situation had become dire. It was time to make a decision. Option 1: Coax him into renewing our once-happy relationship; Option 2: Take him to the DSLR doctor for some digital Viagra, or Option 3: End our relationship once and for all. None of those options looked good to me, but something had to be done.
I tossed and turned trying to decide what to do about our loss of focus. For almost a week I was “Sleepless in South Carolina.” Then one night as I sat up suddenly. And just as I began begging the Tylenol PM on the TV screen to jump out of digital land and into my hand, I had an epiphany. I jogged into the living room and grabbed my camera bag off of the shelf. I grabbed Steve and looked deep into his lens and I said, “I know what’s wrong and I’m going to fix it.” I slowly turned him over, ever so slightly, and looked for the switch on his lens that said “A” and “M.” As I had suspected, he just needed to re-dress from right to left. And as fast as that, it was all over – the end of our issues. Our relationship was back on track and in focus. “Ahhh.”
I have to thank, in great measure, a book I bought on Kindle when I first got together with Steve. “Nikon D3100 for Dummies,” by Julie Adair King, was a life-saver. Not that the technical documentation that came with the camera wasn’t sufficient, it was just written in a style I couldn’t quite grasp, and … the print was really, really small. Julie is an actual photographer, not a manufacturer, so she speaks to you like a person without all the techy-talk. She covers every nook and cranny from Aperture to Zoom.
Steve and I will be going out together and capturing life and living it to the fullest again, possibly as soon as this weekend. Thanks for stopping by; stay tuned for more in-focus, in-depth digital media.