Different information stream
Yesterday I decided to drop down to my local camera shop. Rainy day and all, a good way to kill some time and feed my curious side. After all, if I’m a lapsed Photographer (every one has a religion at some point in their life), and the urge to return to church is upon me, better that I shop.
Now, at one time a curious person could have papered their house with all the brochures and other shiny paper available from the camera makers. Dream paper. Not any more. As the clerk explained, ever since the neighbours to the south bought into paranoia as a hobby, getting anything across the border is difficult. Free stuff really isn’t worth the effort. Besides, we have the Internet.
He’s right on the money, for this free stuff. I did purchase a lens adapter, just in case I ever find the money to purchase a camera, and then I headed back up the switchback by the cemetery and on to my web browser.
Info leaks. Sample photos in their full megapixel feed. Comparisons. Service manuals. Commentaries from the erudite and the ignorant. In fact, I believe one site featured “twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy photographs with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us. Pictures of the approach, the getaway, the northwest corner the southwest corner and that’s not to mention the aerial photography.” Wait, that was from a crime scene.
Lots of available information, but I still miss the brochures of an earlier time.
On other fronts, I finally installed the new windshield wipers. First of all, this is not a pleasant task in cold, driving rain. I needed windshield wipers. Ended up taking the packages inside to a brightly lit washroom, where I could construct MY version of a wiper blade using one of the six optional accessory bundles. No wonder the things are expensive. Then, back outside to clip them back on the arms and head down to the CannyTire store to purchase nylon ties to assure that the wiper blades stay their until spring. We forgot that accessory several years ago and had to visit Joliette in a driving snowstorm after one blade escaped into orbit.
