I never did post the final chapter in Flash B’s short life. Apparently the damage sustained by the fall was too much for the repair shop man to fix. He suggested sending it to Nikon Australia for a more thorough autopsy, but I declined knowing they charge like wounded bulls. So Flash B is now(click to read the full post)
Liz dropped it off a week or so back, and the eta for a quote was 3 weeks. Sometimes I think I’m in the wrong industry. Camera repairs always seems to cost a fortune and demand is always high. Hmmmmm. In other news, I’m obscenely disenchanted with photography at the moment. So much so that(click to read the full post)
Thanks to a comment or two in my flickr stream and a few google searches, I still think it’s the flash tube that’s dead on dear old Flash B. For those that asked, the series of events that took place on the night where everyone had an alibi but me was – The SB600 crashed(click to read the full post)
The short story is that my second SB600 dropped from about 1.5 metres on the end of a lightstand and now won’t fire. The slightly longer story is that I’m fairly pissed off at myself for letting go of the light stand when it wasn’t properly balanced. Oh well. Live and learn and such. Google(click to read the full post)