I spotted a second-hand Nikon 14mm lens for sale this afternoon. What's so special about that, you may ask? Well I'll tell you. This is an ultra-wide professional piece of glassware that retails at around £1,500.00 in the UK. A Rolls Royce compared to a Mini. Something you don't see every day. A lens that almost sees around corners in its attempt to capture the world.
I sat gently salivating at the thought of this optical wonder, my mind racing with the excuses I might employ in justification of a purchase. A colleague wandered in and stood gawking at the puddle of drool collecting on my desk. His intrusion broke my reverie and I was dragged kicking and screaming back to reality. Oh bugger, I still had work to do.
Now that work is over for the day I've revisited the shop selling the fish-eye. Okay, so the lens is considerably cheaper than its new price tag, but it's still an expensive purchase: I could book a two week holiday on a Greek island and afford to throw in some spending money, or I could buy a piece of glassware. Don't you just hate life's little quandaries?
