I cheated on you. I met a camera that was a bit older, more mature, and had much more experience under its belt. I was drawn to itβ¦. I woke up suddenly. Cold sweat enveloped my body as I shivered uncontrollably. I kept telling myself that it was all just a dream but the words still echoed in my mind; repeating itself over and over. It was just a dream, Linhbergh.
As I gathered myself, I sat up, reached for my photo album that was under the night stand and started to recollect about the year that has just passed and the year that I spent with someone quite special. The shutter clicked as Chris apexed on top of his car for his ritualistic cheer at the top 16 opening ceremonies.
Chris was different, he had the drivers championship in his sights, and we were there to capture his very own 'battle of Midway' βhis turning point. But I'm getting way too ahead of myself. The year started off innocently enough. I remember fondly of an old ex, my dear Nikon.
Each day that we spent with each other was light hearted, fun, and even educational. The day that we spent with the Road Race Motorsports Eclipse proved to be quite a challenge. At that time, my dear, Nikon, wore a zoom lens with a nonfunctional focus motor but we persevered and got the shot that we wanted. This shot is the result of that. This Cressida tracking shot was made possible by slower shutter speeds and yes, the spoiler of all spoilers, auto focus!
There was definitely something about that Nikon. It was a fling of pure lust but like most flings, its luster loses its shine if there's no soulβ¦. It was pure lust. But why am I thinking these thoughts? The Wall Speedway was a lot like Irwindale in the sense that it had a fantastic cambered high speed bank with some nice technical bits in the middle.
