Evacuate the Building!
This afternoon I’m evacuating the house and holing up in the studio for at least three hours whilst the air in the house turns blue. From my serene corner of the studio I can vaguely hear large bouts of swearing and yelling in the distance.
Yes it’s that time of the month again. Richard is cleaning his sensor.
God only knows how much money we have spent on sensor cleaning equipment. Practically as much as we’ve spent on the camera, methinks. But nothing seems to work. He tells me this is a common complaint. Digital cameras are notoriously hard to clean. Brushes, sensor wipes, we have tried them all. The best solution appears to be copious amounts of alcohol (on my part) and hiding until the storm has passed.
This isn’t helped by the fact that my 2 year old Darling is having probably the biggest tantrum of her life because I didn’t put her Teletubby video on quickly enough. Mercifully the boys have detected that the house is now a war-zone and have disappeared to somewhere we will never find them, although they will no doubt surface later around dinner time.
Several hours later.
Report from the Front line: The battle is over and he is victorious!
The frighteningly expensive brush didn’t work. It appeared the brush had some sort of oil on it which of course left smears on the camera. In the end, he used Digi-pads as usual, which took many hours, a horrendous amount of stress and the rest of the family being banished from most of the house (so as not to stir up dust in the air).
Now I must go and pour large amounts of lager down our intrepid photographer from the front line, and see if I can locate the rest of the troops.
Before you think that Richard has abandoned the blog, I assure you this is not the case. He has been re-vamping the web site, plus I have been flogging him to death with the next version of the software (day-job), which is progressing nicely. However, because he is doing the work of at least three people and fighting to save our company, this results in a shell of a man at the weekend, with very little inspiration left for communication or photography. He returns to human form briefly on Sundays, which is about the only day he has enough energy to generate blog posts.
What can I say ? This poor man works so hard – he really deserves some beautiful naked ladies to soothe his fettered brow.
This is Claire Louisa from a few months ago. Incredibly long legs.
Yes it’s that time of the month again. Richard is cleaning his sensor.
God only knows how much money we have spent on sensor cleaning equipment. Practically as much as we’ve spent on the camera, methinks. But nothing seems to work. He tells me this is a common complaint. Digital cameras are notoriously hard to clean. Brushes, sensor wipes, we have tried them all. The best solution appears to be copious amounts of alcohol (on my part) and hiding until the storm has passed.
This isn’t helped by the fact that my 2 year old Darling is having probably the biggest tantrum of her life because I didn’t put her Teletubby video on quickly enough. Mercifully the boys have detected that the house is now a war-zone and have disappeared to somewhere we will never find them, although they will no doubt surface later around dinner time.
Several hours later.
Report from the Front line: The battle is over and he is victorious!
The frighteningly expensive brush didn’t work. It appeared the brush had some sort of oil on it which of course left smears on the camera. In the end, he used Digi-pads as usual, which took many hours, a horrendous amount of stress and the rest of the family being banished from most of the house (so as not to stir up dust in the air).
Now I must go and pour large amounts of lager down our intrepid photographer from the front line, and see if I can locate the rest of the troops.
Before you think that Richard has abandoned the blog, I assure you this is not the case. He has been re-vamping the web site, plus I have been flogging him to death with the next version of the software (day-job), which is progressing nicely. However, because he is doing the work of at least three people and fighting to save our company, this results in a shell of a man at the weekend, with very little inspiration left for communication or photography. He returns to human form briefly on Sundays, which is about the only day he has enough energy to generate blog posts.
What can I say ? This poor man works so hard – he really deserves some beautiful naked ladies to soothe his fettered brow.
This is Claire Louisa from a few months ago. Incredibly long legs.
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