Periodically see this thread go by, think “I’ve got a good one”, and forget to go back to post it…
After 20 years in the Air Force and 3 years at a university I found myself out of work. Wife said, “Bills to pay!!!”, so I got on it, dropping my resume in every defense contractor’s resume dumpster. Only interest I got was from Boeing, first call to go to Huntsville, AL (no, thanks…), then, to Kwajalein in the Marshall Islands. Long story short, got that job and planned to move to the middle of the Pacific. One of the things wife and I discussed was, “tropical island… need pictures!!!”, so we splurged (company wasn’t paying yet) on a Nikon CoolPix camera for me to take over.
Got there (wife and son to join in a month and a half, another long story), on my first day I got on my bike to ride around and take a few pictures of stuff to send home, household reconnaissance as it were. Pedaled for a bit to the beach (all of 500’ from the house), unmounted from the bike and went to pull the camera out of my pocket and promptly dropped it on the asphalt. It made about 5 nice pieces, which I brought back to the crib, informed my wife at the next phone call. Never got a single image from it.
When she eventually showed up, she brought a HP point-and-shoot, which we still have, unbroken
. With it I took many pictures, including one of my favorites, even over any I’ve done with the D7000 or Z 6:
Looking out over the lagoon from Emon Beach (about where I massacred the ill-fated CoolPix), walking figure is one of our friends’ daughters. Sunsets were like this about 80% of the time, just had to watch out for the rats that would come out almost immediately after the sun sunk below the horizon…
I still run across CoolPix parts in my collections of stuff, prompting me to recall, “dang…” 