Sigma 18-50mm
This is it. This is what we are clicking for!
Shaun and I went to the Nikon dealer today to pick up the video on ‘mastering your D70’ and I told him, “I’m leaving the BAMF at home because If I go there I am going to want them to strap a macro lens on it and I won’t be able to give it back to them.”
I get pee-pee tingles upon pulling up to the camera shop. I’m like a kid jumping out of the car to run into Chucky Cheese.
“LOCK THE DOOR KRISTINE!”
I go running back like a 5 year old to lock my side and practically hit the glass door trying to get in the camera shop.
The place had NO one in there, I had the clerk ALL TO MYSELF.
I’m breathless as I ask him if he has that stupid DVD. I am trying to pretend that’s the reason i’m there so Shaun doesn’t hide my car keys on Monday out of fear of me hawking my bootie on the street to get 250.00 bucks for a Macro lens.
“So, you have a macro lens here.” I’m so smooth. It’s a camera shop.
“Yep.”
“I have the D70.” I’m fidgeting because I can see the macro lens in the glass counter, but have NO CLUE as to which one will work with my camera.
“I know, you’re buying the video.” Smooooooooth I am.
“Soooo..” I’m thinking he doesn’t see how clearly stupid I am. “I want one. I can’t have one today, but I want one. Which one is fairly cheap but will get me the results I want?”
“It depends.”
I FUCKING HATE THAT. Why do people say that to people? It’s mean. Now he’s going to get all technical on my ass and I don’t want to hear about numbers and speeds.
I just want to take a damn picture with that lens!
“On?” I’m fidgeting again and Shaun is starting to hover. I only have maybe 5 minutes before he pulls me out of the store by my pony tail.
“Well, it depends on how close to the subject and…blah. blah. blah.”
“I want to be able to crawl INTO whatever it is I am taking of. THAT CLOSE.”
He pulls out the lens and puts it on the pretty red mat and proceeds to give me numbers and speeds and depth of field mumbo jumbo.
“Do you have a D70 that you can stap that puppy to and show me?”
“Of course.”
I can feel the ponytail being pulled.
OH.MY.LORD.IN.HEAVEN. I wet myself. Seriously I could take a picture of like an eyelash and it will come out crystal clear and close up.
*Dreamy Sigh*
On the way home with our new dvd, Shaun is calculating how many adsense clicks it will take before I can buy the macro lens.
Like 100,000 adsense clicks.
He might want to hide the car keys Monday.