We had some rain last night. It's always a bit of an event here; we don't get much rain. I always fall for the rain cliches -- the smell, the freshness, the peace and contemplativeness. And then there are all the plastic kids' toys abandoned in the mud.
I did something remarkably masochistic last night. I looked at reviews for digital cameras. My Fujifilm was tucked in for the night, completely unawares of my faithlessness. I don't know that my financial inability to carry through with my desires would have spared its feelings -- that Canon EOS 20D calls to me and I respond to its hot hot seat and 8.2 Megapixels. Oh Fujifilm, I never meant to hurt you or take you for granted but I can't say my head wasn't turned when I was offered a depth of field preview and then it showed me that range ... f/1.4 - f/91. I think my heart had stopped beating. Then came the stats on that shutterspeed -- lightning 1/8000 s or a slow, sensual 30s. I think my hands are still shaking. But Fujifilm, you know this is a passing infatuation, like yours with Danny Elfman, Kate Bush and the actor who played Kahn's first officer in The Wrath of Khan who also starred in the short-lived television show, The Phoenix. I know we can make this work out, Fujifilm, I know we can. (Until I find an extra $2k laying around.)