Bless Me Nikonian Father, For I Have Sinned...

It has been several days since my last confession...and yes, I am back to admit my transgressions yet again. You see, since the day we met, I have not been able to separate myself from my D700. We go to the grocery store together, the mall and even the nail salon. It is my most constant and faithful companion. I care DEEPLY for my D700 and would never do anything to jeopardize our relationship. Well, that was until last night.

Last night I bumped into an old friend. It was unintentional and quite innocent. I don't know what came over me. I mean, I didn't intentionally want anything to happen, it just happened....and I am so ashamed. Shamefully, I admit that the moment of rapture was worth it... at least until the guilt set in.

I'm a firm believer that the past should stay.... well, the past... but again, last night was different. I thought I was over it. In my mind, I had moved past those old feelings, but my heart subconsciously feel the same. This became quite apparent as I slyly moved closer to the drawer. I didn't mean any harm. I just wanted to peek....... and there it was.........................my Nikon L12. Oh, how it shimmered in the darkness with it's silver coating. I had some good times with that camera. The more time I spend learning about photography and my D700, the more that camera makes sense. I now see that studly compact piece of P&S with different eyes. It has all the things a girl could want in a camera: VR, 7.1 megapixels, and ISO 1600. Our rendezvous was brief. A click here, a snapshot there. It was exciting.

My experience brought a new dynamic to the old saying, "It's not the camera, but the photographer behind the lens." That statement, my friends, is simply not true. My L12 can never give me what my D700 gives me. Sure, the L12 is good for a quickie, but it's nothing like the hours of joy I experience with the D700. The D700 is faster, stronger and far more satisfying. It has more options... longer lenses, wider apertures.

I don't know what the future will bring for my L12. Sadly, I'm not too concerned. Wait, let me think about that for a second. I can't take the D700 to the Marine Corps Ball. We'd look a little strange together given I'd be wearing a ball gown. Perhaps another fling with the L12 is in order.

*smile*