We were shooting stills for a production company doing a cool new series for local tv yesterday when, horror of horrors, Betsy decided to pitch a fit and stop functioning. (I don't want to assume it's because Markie was in such close proximity to her for so long, but what else is there?) At first I thought it was early onset retardation on my part, and that I may have accidentally flipped something or pressed something and caused her to get all PM-essy, but her autofocus stopped working and she refused to show me anything on the LCD, so after clicking and pushing, twisting and turning and even swapping out lenses and batteries, I laid her to rest in my camera bag and sent out an SOS email to Nikon, who, as luck would have it, serviced her 3 months ago, with the service warranty expiring last week. (I haven't gotten a response from them yet...)
And she's so beautiful, with her little 50 f/1.4... :(
I'm going to be seriously upset if I have to pay to get her fixed AGAIN, and even more upset if I'm forced to contemplate sell(sniff)ing her, since a few posts back we established that I'm a hoarder.
Which is not to say I won't get over it pretty quickly if Santa brings me a D3s for Christmas:)