Five years ago today (spooky), I bought a Canon 28mm 2.8 lens and went for a walk in my neighbourhood taking pictures. It was much like today – Saturday, sunny, spring-like – but after a few pictures I’d decided to sell it/take it back because I really didn’t like it. Too sharp, too wide, too perfect, too everything-I-didn’t-like-at-the-time and it left me uninspired.
Here’s one of the rather dull shots from that day:
I took it home, placed it on my bed and it promptly rolled off onto the floor and broke beyond repair. Despite having a fondness for the blur, I wasn’t thrilled about it breaking and didn’t use it again until last year when I accidently took it on holiday.
Today the neighbourhood was blissful and bathed in warm, gorgeous sunshine. A local market opened, new neighbours moved in, I bumped into friends, I drank apple and rhubarb juice, ate a GF Bakewell tart and sat in the sun people watching. It’s been a while since I felt like taking my camera out for a walk but today was the day to do it with the broken lens. I’ve developed a fondness for the lens now that it’s not perfect.