My go-to lens is a f2.8 70-200. I've had it three+ years and, if I look at my EXIF data, yup, that sucker has been on the front of my camera more often than not. Today, my tripod tipped over. My tripod tipped over! Tripods don't tip over. That's why they are tripods!
The suspension in the laws of physics and geometry in that brief moment has resulted in one f2.8 70-200 laying in two pieces. I cried. It is just a thing. And I shouldn't cry over a thing. But I need this thing! I need this thing this week! I really, really like this thing. I miss this thing. Such a nice thing. Such a good, good thing.
Can you believe, not one hour after my lens falls to the ground, a piece of driftwood fell off the mantle and broke my favorite vase? Poltergeists! There simply is no other explanation.
I took some pix this week of a young couple. Young love. There are so many folks out there who take, much, much, much, much better engagement photos than me. So I shouldn't really post these like they are super awesomeness. I'm just mourning my lens. Such a nice lens.