I shot a car this morning. It's a lot of work. Ten rolls of 120, two
rolls of 35mm. (I used Provia F for a change. I want to see if all you
Fuji lovers are right.) But the best part of the morning was that I
saved a camera and lens. I was working out of the back of my PT Crusier,
which is a lot like a minivan. The rear hatch was open. I had a bunch of
equipment stacked inside. I was switching my flash over from the
stroboframe to the compact Pentax bracket, because I was going to shoot
from under the rear bumper. From the corner of my eye I saw something
moving. I didn't have time to think about what it was, but I reacted and
reached out with my left hand. Milliseconds later I watched the lens
hood on my 55/4, which was mounted on my 6x7, just nick the ground. The
camera strap was hanging from one finger. Apparently, my camera had slid
off the case that it was resting on and was heading toward the ground.
It never made it. I think I'm going to be more careful from now on.
Paul Stenquist
