After only having my beloved 50 mm lens for a little over a month, I came close to losing her tonight.
It was traumatic.
Tears were cried.
I looked like an idiot.
But after practically cracking my lens (which by the way is totally made of plastic) as it crashed into my computer tower, I thought it was a normal reaction to freak out like a maniac.
Luckily, the husband (assuming it was broken) basically cracked it back into place.
And now I can still take bad pictures like this.
Hmm, maybe the lens is broken after all….