I went walking for three hours, and all I shot was this lousy picture.
Yesterday, P and I hiked 15 km around Claycart Bottom and Long Valley, and today another 15 km along Basingstoke Canal and Mytchett. Physically rewarding, but photographically unfulfilling.
I received my D850 back on Thursday via UPS, about a month after it was posted to Nikon.
The problem with the viewfinder focus not matching auto-focus is gone. Whilst they had it, Nikon Europe called me to report that they could not find any fault. I explained what was wrong with the camera but remained anxious that they would return it without doing any repair. Fortunately, they managed to identify the problem and corrected it by adding three shims of 0.05 mm to the focusing screen.
It is now easier for me to focus on a subject through the viewfinder, which is essential when doing macro photography. My thorough checks show that everything is working. Except for one little nit: a sliver of the gold shim is visible in the viewfinder. It causes no harm other than to my obsessive compulsion, so I will have to get used to it.
Like other Nikon users have reported, the camera came back from the repair shop in immaculate condition. I had inadvertently left an SD card inside; that was returned to me. I also received some sort of Nikon-branded cloth in the box. It got me scratching my head, trying to figure out what it was. I thought it was a cloth to wrap the camera, but P thinks it is the mat they put the camera on whilst working on it. I am still curious why it was sent to me, though.
Today is a cold day, and P and I are still not 100% recovered from the flu of a few weeks ago. So we did not go out on a hike, as much as I wanted to try the D850 in the field. But I spent a couple of hours doing some flash photography.
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We did not go out also because P was excited about trying out a recipe in her new fancy air-fryer. In truth, we had lame excuses not to go out today.
I’ve been ill with the flu since Friday evening, with the usual inconveniences: body ache, alternating shivering cold and fever, sleepless nights and weird dreams.
Hiking was out of the question, and even sitting at the computer felt tiring. Instead, I spent the weekend on the couch, napping and binging on photography videos on Xiao Hong Shu.
We’ll be having dinner shortly, and I still don’t feel great. Tomorrow might be a remote work day.
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I keep receiving codes on my Facebook app, as if someone was trying to access my account.