So, many years ago, my sweetie Spike gave me an Olympus D-100 1.3 megapixel digital camera for Christmas, sorta as a replacement for my little Olympus 35mm camera, which had died a painful death a few months before.
I've always been a shutterbug, but now I went crazy with it, as with rechargeable batteries, the cost of taking pictures went down to only the cost of the electricity to run it.
I took thousands of pictures. Thousands and thousands.
Then one day a few years ago, when we were on holiday at the beach, the camera was dropped in the sand. Oops.
It developed an emotional problem, having a spot of grit inside somewhere. I pulled the camera apart, cleaned it, re-arranged it, and eventually snapped a small part off and glued it down, which restored the camera to its working condition.
We took a few more thousand pictures with it, and then it started having strange troubles intermittently, and so I acquired a big sister for it -- a 5 megpixel Sony Cybershot. (Say Oooooooooooo.)
The little camera went to Spike, who takes far less pictures than I do, but still a normal amount for a human.
The camera broke again, and tonight I pulled it apart, cleaned it, shook it and blew in it, and put it all back together. It works again.
So often we fail to notice excellence when we see it, only taking note when something fails.
That little camera is now many years old, and is probably on its 10,000th digital image. It has been carried everywhere, in pockets, backpacks, fanny packs, and luggage. It's shot pictures in the rain, in snow, in cold, in heat, at the beach, at surf level, and under my leaky kitchen sink.
So here's me noticing. Thanks, Olympus.
-Elaine
Posted by Elaine at August 6, 2004 08:06 PM