Profane language rang out today.
I was moving my camera with the big lens. I had used it the previous night to attempt to shoot the eclipse. I got the moonrise and the reddish colour that indicated that the moon was in the penumbra, but then it ascended into the heavy overcast and I didn’t see it again. I left the camera on the tripod overnight and had moved it to a place of safety. All I can guess is that the tripod’s legs were not spread properly but as I turned away, I heard a shattering crash and there on the floor was the wreckage … the lens, just one month back from its previous repair had torn the mounting ring out of the body of the camera and I think both the lens and body are severely damaged if not destroyed. My insurance company hates me already. Owwww. And I shall be without my bird lens at the Photographic conference in Blenheim next month. Waaaaahhh!
Anyway, earlier in the day, I had been over the Haywards road, and noticed that a long-standing clump of pines had been clear-felled. My first job was at the Kinleith paper mill, so I have always had a sense of affinity with forestry.
In the afternoon, I found a spot that gives an unimpeded view of the railway line near Wellington, so tried more slow exposures. Here a Wellington-bound train comes in from the Kapiti line.
Aaaaaghhh … how could this happen to me again?