So - on Saturday My Significant Other (MSO) and I decided to go exploring. Packing our bags for the day's activities, we set off into the wilderness known as the Eastern Suburbs.
In my backpack, I had my camera, flash, sync cord and hot shoe adaptor, tripod, togs (mine), togs (hers), two towels, 1ltr water bottle, jandals and just because it's Sydney, a raincoat.
We walked anything from 5-11km (depending on whose version and navigation you go with) just to sit on a wharf in 26+ degree sun to have fish and chips (and a wee tipple of wine).
And how many photos were taken after lugging the gear round the bays?
Nada. Zip. Zero. Not a single frame.
But was it worth it? If it was just for the spectacular fish and chips on the wharf, then a resounding yes. Even though I sweated. strained and groaned under the load, like a sherpa I persevered. Even though I didn't pull the camera out once. OK - to be honest the only time I did pull it out was to make some room to stash my running shoes after a temperature based decision to change footwear.
Why go through the dramas of lugging the camera kit through such an expedition? Well, even though I didn't snap a single frame, I'd rather have had it with me than seen something to shoot and not have a camera with me at all.
The days ended - just in case you were wondering - with a very tasty Indian curry (albeit an over priced one) and a glass or two of wine on the balcony, watching some amazing lightning and some torrential rain. Because it is Sydney, after all.
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