Another public meeting; another invitation to attend for pic-taking purposes; another screw-up!
Okay, this time the screw-up was only a minor one, and easily rectified. Thing is though, it should never have happened, and wouldn’t have happened if anyone with even a half-ounce of brains had been behind the camera. Or indeed someone paying attention to what they were actually doing.
Looking on the bright side though, I s’pose I deserve top marks for finding an endless succession of increasingly stupid things to do whilst pretending to be the ultra-sussed photographer.
So there was I, busy snapping away, and mulling over the frequently-encountered dilemma of just how many pics I could take of a fairly static audience and some guys sat behind a desk on the platform before I started photographing things like the light switch, my camera bag, that wire trailing across the floor, the water bottles, my thumbnail, and virtually anything else… just to add a bit of variety.
“I know” I mutter to myself, “I’ll change the lens… that’ll make it more interesting”.
Now, as it happens I’d departed from my customary practise of lugging two cameras with me, each fitted with a different lens.
Just the one camera, so this time a lens-change actually meant a lens change.
Quickly whip off the 17-70 then and slap on the 55-200.
Zoom in for some close-ups of the speakers.
“Strange” thinks I, “doesn’t look much different from what it was before.”
Anyway, undeterred I snap away, moving around to get different angles and seemingly unable to zoom in as close as I’d expected. Not to worry though.
Bored with that, change lenses again, back to the 17-70.
Few more shots, then decide to give the long lens another go. How bizarre… similar sort of effect (i.e., marked absence of anticipated zoom). “Hmm… must be something to do with the lighting.” Daft I know, but what else could possibly account for the oddity?
So I plough through this routine a couple of more times before it begins to dawn on me that I might, just conceivably, be doing something wrong.
Sure enough I’d taken the 17-70 off. And sure enough I’d put another lens on. Not the 55-200 though. Oh no. The… er… 18-55!
Well, they look similar… they’re both black!
Fortunately no-one seemed to have a clue what I was up to (including myself evidently), so I was able to just carry on as though I knew what I was doing. Ho hum.