My Pentax DSLR’s meeting the concrete a little too up close and personal last year was, let’s just say, not good for its picture-taking health.
While I walked out of VSJ without joining the club, that was by the thinnest of margins and utilizing a willpower I didn’t know I had.
That chunky, short-haired person talking with Paul is me back then. Now I have long hair. Still chunky. Whatever.