The scenes were wiping, the stains were growing in the glass, and the door suddenly stopped ringing。
A few days ago, the 24-70 lenses that had been collected in the middle of the year's rainy season were turned out, with a light towards the window, and there were several thin grey lines on the edge of the lenses, not ash, which were drilled under the plating film. Looking at the shopkeeper, he said, “this has hurt the base”, unrepaired, and offered to change the mirror group — 2800. I've been waking up for three seconds, and i think of myself rubbing the front lens with paper towels and alcohol。
So it's not as good as it gets. Alcohol volatilizes, but accelerates membrane ageing; paper towels look soft, and the fibers are harder than the lenses, leaving microscopic scratches. The scratches were not visible, and the reverse light was photographed with shadows and ashes. What's even more frightening is that when i went back south, i shoved the camera into the plastic box with a couple packs of dryers, thought it was safe, and the humidity actually reached 62% rih, and the fungus spores sprung in 72 hours, and the acid from the genre gnawed directly on glass。
I've always used the camera cover. The short focus was thrown in the bag and the long focus hanger remained unloaded, resulting in a slowly looseness of the card. Last month's wedding was filmed, 100-400 mm folded on the auto-crystal is a “twilight” stop, with a “microformation of the calorie to match the official travel limit”. The master measured it by a thousand feet, deforming 0. 13 mm -- one tenth of the thickness of an a4。
The fuselage is more invisible. Once when i came back from the beach, the camera bag was salty, i didn't take it seriously, and it was dry for half an hour. The next day, the viewer was blindfolded and the af markers jumped. Only later was it known that the corrosive contact points after the salt particles were inhaled and the oxidation layer caused the telecommunications to be intermittent. The air-conditioning room went out the next winter and went straight back to the house at five degrees below zero, with a fog on the camera, and i thought it would just wait, and it would not move towards the focal ring — the heat swelling cold condensed the mirror slightly, and it was repaired 450。
I used to be full of electric plugs, and i thought it would work. Last october, a z5 was placed in a drawer, lak-moon was turned on, the screen was black three times, and no new batteries could be opened. The main plate was presented with signs of corrosion caused by leaks in the battery drums. The storage card also turned over the car and was always “quick formatted”, resulting in the death of twice in six months' time, the third direct newspaper “unreadable”, and shuka said that the ftl table was broken and the data was lost。
Long-term untouchable cameras are the most dangerous. A few days ago, his cousin had his father's d7000 10 years ago, pressed the door, made a noise and left half the curtain open. Master says the spring is too long for metal to wear. And he had two old lenses in the cupboard, full of gels, and the lenses had yellow degeled like water。
I've bought the cheapest one, and it's 48% wet, but it's actually measured. It's very volatile, and one night it goes up to 57%. It was replaced with a pid temperature, set at 45 per cent, and the error could actually be down to ±1. 5 per cent. Every week, the machine is forced to turn itself on for half an hour, and if it does not, the machine gets hot and wet. Sensor clean mode is pressed three times, not set, but really the microdust that suffocates static。
I've changed my habits too. Once they had been taken directly, the red light on the second card slot was still on, it was pulled out hard, the gold finger was scraped twice, and it was inserted into the card reader. It must be three seconds before the red light goes out, and it's vertical, and it won't stomp。
The real thing is a conservation book. It's not a big form. It's a phone memo. Every time it's a mirror, put it in a damp box, turn it on, write a date. Last month's record showed that i was off for two consecutive weeks in may, and that the fog started in june — a wake-up call。
I don't understand and i don't want to understand that. I remember a few things: less alcohol with lenses, less wet cloths with sutures, more lethal tides than dust, more idle things not sleeping, but slowly breaking down。
The lens brush was brushed for two years, the air blow was broken by three, the tidebox was replaced by two, the door failure was repaired once and the battery was scrapped by four pieces. Money doesn't cost much, but it's every penny to teach me to shut up and listen to the truth。
Now i'll always have an extra dry cloth in my bag, a small bottle of special cleaning fluid, a pack of silicone dryers. It was not too much, it was too much to know that some things were too late and some mistakes could not be made again。
The day the camera was fixed, the master showed me 10 identical machines, eight molds, one calorie, one salt crystal. He said, "you young people, you always use the camera as a tool, but it's more tender than human beings."
I nod my head and paid off。
