All I want to do is change the lens on the camera. I pull off the 400mm telephoto lens, set the camera body in my lap, retrieve the smallest lens and put it on the camera.
Meanwhile, Vazra has taken station in front of the fireplace where he sits atop a box of computer supplies I temporarily pulled from its hiding place. He watches me closely waiting for me to notice him and give him what he wants: some attention.
So I slip the smaller lens onto the camera, twist it into the bayonet mount until it locks into place, set the camera back in my lap and pin it down with my hand while I put the telephoto lens in its carrying case.
That’s when the shutter snaps. Oops, I left the camera turned on…
I can’t imagine ever capturing a better mistake. That the camera was level is miracle enough, but that it focused on Vazra and had settings adequate to capture his visage in a dark room surprised the bejeesus out of me.
Maybe I should try this technique more often.