Jimbaux cries when angels deserve to die.
I Got My Camera Back, Repaired!
Hey, what’s going on? I have only one picture today, one that I already posted on Facebook, but it’s also a story of the resolution of the camera-sensor problem that was evident in my last posting from six days ago.
Today is Monday 27 November 2023. Before I get to today’s picture, I will recap the last few days.
November 22nd, Wednesday
After yesterday’s big outing that revealed that my camera has a serious sensor problem, I realized at about 02:45 CST today, perhaps in the process of awakening from sleep, what I had forgotten. I remembered that, a few weeks ago, I used compressed air in an attempt to clean my camera sensor, a big mistake. This problem first showed in the November 13th images, but I mistook the splotches for rain drops on the outside of the lens. Only last night, after I looked at the images from yesterday, did I realize that those weren’t raindrops on the outside of the lens but were a sign of a much, much, much bigger problem.
I ordered, early this morning, some camera-cleaning kit on Amazon, and I used the rocket-air thing to try to get the gunk off of the sensor, but it didn’t work.
I often have epiphanies essentially while I am sleeping fairly early in the morning that awaken me.
I am worrying that I permanently damaged my good camera.
I sent an e-mail to Ben Pierce at 03:51 on the morning of the 22nd, asking if I should try the Spotless Camera guy in Lafayette, and he replied at 06:09 to say that he hadn’t used Spotless Camera before but recommended it anyway. I then sent to an email to Chris at Spotless Camera, and he responded to tell me to bring it on Friday morning. Well, that’s something!
I’ll just have to go through Thanksgiving without this issue resolved, though.
My Facebook check was a big help and helped with bills. I need to write the Patreon update.
So, for now, my backup camera is my regular camera, and it is an antique. It makes me think that I should try to get a new camera. I really want to get a new 17-40mm/f4 lens, to replace the one of that model that I lost more than a decade ago. I would love that.
I might write to a special someone more today. I like talking to her.
I didn’t sleep much last night.
I need lettuce.
November 24th, Friday
This was the morning after Thanksgiving Day, and it was cold and wet. I awoke no later than 04:30, and, soon after that time, I was checking and correcting pictures from 2015 January 6, processing pictures from the next day, and transferring some files into external hard drives and transferring some files from the external drive into the desktop computer, like tablet and recent DLSR-camera pictures.
I am nervous and concerned for several reasons, one of which is the problem with my good camera, the other being the silence of Patty, plus some frustrating things that she said to me. “Have you talked to [redacted] about this?” No? Why would I? He is part of the problem.
It’s frustrating as hell.
Today!
You’re limited.
Well, I didn’t use that camera-cleaning kit! I was able to pick up my repaired, cleaned camera from Chris. This has been a huge relief!
Yesterday is 15 years to the day since I got some shots of the Chip local and the L&D at Schriever, and today is 12 years to the day since that nice shot of the train with the Ferromex locomotives at Schriever.
I ate a bacon cheeseburger that I bought at the Grab -N- Geaux Smokehouse, and I ate it right in the truck in the parking lot.
Then, I caught the westbound Sunset Limited at Scott, in a shot that I am pretty sure that I’ve never done before.
Yes, I also posted that image on Facebook tonight.
I had a question about what to call today’s blog post, one option being something that reflects that I got my camera back, and the other is “You’re Limited”, because I read Gelle tell that to someone, and I thought that it was so appropriate, particularly given the name of the train that I just photographed.
“You’re limited” is a quadruple entendre and, perhaps, a common saying; there is the Sunset Limited, how limited I am now, how limited you are, limited in your viewpoints and perspectives, and then Gelle’s extremely polite way of suggesting that someone doesn’t understand something and doesn’t seem capable of understanding it.
I tried to go to that The Coffee Depot place in Scott, but it was closed.
Dokken’s “In My Dreams” was playing as I crossed the BNSF Lafayette Yard on Ambassador Caffery Parkway.
At Walmart on Pinhook Road, I got gasoline and $100 worth of dry groceries, including some of those thicker Power Crunch bars of different flavors.
I ought to celebrate, because I am over the panic of how extensive the damage on my camera might be. It was due to my use of compressed air.
I was going to work out at the gym but, I was feeling weak and tired today. I am limited. I am limited due to how old I am, limited compared to 10 years ago, especially to 15 years ago and, especially to 20 years ago.
It’s weird that Trumpism, my teacher burnout, and my dissolution with Sam’s crew in New Orleans happened at the same time, and I didn’t realize that I was suffering from autistic burnout and that being autistic explains everything here, but I can see things now and understand things – about both myself and the world – that I couldn’t see back then. So, I was quite limited back then.
I keep thinking about this former student of mine who lives west of here.
I picked up a prescription after a half hour wait at Walgreen’s.
My truck is doing something weird. When it is idling, it seems like the engine will cut out, which is concerning when I am about to be taking a trip, but I don’t think that it’s too alarming, because it happens only when I am idling.
On the radio this afternoon, I heard “Chop Suey” by System Of A Down, and even the DJ said something about that song being #1 around 9/11 and how some radio stations wouldn’t play it due to the “self righteous suicide” lyrics, and I remembered how Mae made note of that during that week! I also heard “Pardon Me” by Incubus on the radio.
I am losing precious time in my life.
I am limited.
So, too, are you.
Jbx
