Soldato
- Joined
- 21 Apr 2003
- Posts
- 3,356
- Location
- South North West
Imagine the scene. It's a gloriously sunny day in early May. The sun is beaming down, and although the wind chill is far worse than you expected, your half hour walk into the countryside is rewarded almost immediately.
A kestrel flies from behind the hedgerows behind you, concentrating hard on flight in the tough, blustery conditions, and either doesn't notice you or doesn't care. It comes to a hover only about 20 yards away, not so high up. Its wings are buffeted wildly by the wind as it holds station with almost unnatural ease. The sunlight flashes off its crazily angled wings, illuminating them perfectly.
You're reaching into your bag, pulling out the 40D & 100-400L, secretly smug that these regular trips out are paying off. You raise your camera to your eye, deftly flicking the power switch as you do, and...
No CF.
No CF?
Yes smug fool, no CF, on account of the card being sat plugged into your PC one and a half miles away.
Darn! But fortunately I always carry at least one spare. I mean, you'd be daft not to, right? That'd be crazy.
Mmm... but not in this bag. Not even a nasty little 1GB emergency card.
And for over half an hour the kestrel flew back & forth across the field, regularly coming closer to my position than ever before as it fought with the unpredictable gusts.
I think it knew.
Andrew McP... off to put some spare CF cards in some bags.
A kestrel flies from behind the hedgerows behind you, concentrating hard on flight in the tough, blustery conditions, and either doesn't notice you or doesn't care. It comes to a hover only about 20 yards away, not so high up. Its wings are buffeted wildly by the wind as it holds station with almost unnatural ease. The sunlight flashes off its crazily angled wings, illuminating them perfectly.
You're reaching into your bag, pulling out the 40D & 100-400L, secretly smug that these regular trips out are paying off. You raise your camera to your eye, deftly flicking the power switch as you do, and...
No CF.
No CF?
Yes smug fool, no CF, on account of the card being sat plugged into your PC one and a half miles away.
Darn! But fortunately I always carry at least one spare. I mean, you'd be daft not to, right? That'd be crazy.
Mmm... but not in this bag. Not even a nasty little 1GB emergency card.
And for over half an hour the kestrel flew back & forth across the field, regularly coming closer to my position than ever before as it fought with the unpredictable gusts.
I think it knew.
Andrew McP... off to put some spare CF cards in some bags.