dcsang
Canadian & Not A Dentist
*queue sinister "March Of The Empire" theme music*
I've been keeping a dark dark secret from the rest of you.
Yes, it has been extremely difficult to keep it to myself but now, the process of "conversion" has begun....
Today I came home to find a small note left in my mailbox advising me that there had been an attempt to deliver something that was too large to fit in said mailbox. The note also told me that I could venture to my local postal outlet today after 17:00 EDT to retrieve what Canada Post had tried to deliver.
I jumped into my automobile and, although I obeyed all the rules of the road, arrived at the listed postal outlet in record time. I handed the clerk my slip and he went to the back and retrieved a small brown box. It wasn't that heavy, and didn't seem to have much, if anything "rattling" inside of it.
I whisked it off of the counter and jumped back into my car and, again, following the rules of the road, headed home with all due alacrity.
Once I was home and in the quiet of my abode I proceeded to carefully pick apart the packing tape that surrounded the package. I gingerly opened the brown cardboard box which exposed innards of small foam peanuts. I slowly dug through the peanuts till I reached the heart and plucked it gently from the depths of that box. I held it in my hand; it was heavy. It was still covered in paper and bound by one single long piece of packing tape. I removed the tape and paper only to reveal another layer of tissue paper beneath. It got heavier. I removed the tissue paper and there, in my hands, was my first generation 50mm Summicron-M.
To my eye, it was a gem. It looked as good if not better than the one I had seen about a month or two back when I almost bit the bullet and bought it locally. This one, however, I was able to attain for about 1/2 of the $400 USD that the local seller had been asking for his. This one, was, equally as beautiful if not more so.
Aperture blades were dry and clean. The focus was smooth. The aperture clicks were precise and the collapsibility was on the mark.
The glass was mint for something that was of an age that my father may have longed for it in his early 20's. Yes, there were extremely minor micro abrasions on the glass; but these were not visible by looking at the lens directly or even in an awkward light - it had to be viewed from an angle and even then they were minor. I will put it through its paces and then see what the results will be like.
I believe I have given in...................................... to the dark side.................
*fade sinister "March Of The Empire" theme music*
Darth Dave
I've been keeping a dark dark secret from the rest of you.
Yes, it has been extremely difficult to keep it to myself but now, the process of "conversion" has begun....
Today I came home to find a small note left in my mailbox advising me that there had been an attempt to deliver something that was too large to fit in said mailbox. The note also told me that I could venture to my local postal outlet today after 17:00 EDT to retrieve what Canada Post had tried to deliver.
I jumped into my automobile and, although I obeyed all the rules of the road, arrived at the listed postal outlet in record time. I handed the clerk my slip and he went to the back and retrieved a small brown box. It wasn't that heavy, and didn't seem to have much, if anything "rattling" inside of it.
I whisked it off of the counter and jumped back into my car and, again, following the rules of the road, headed home with all due alacrity.
Once I was home and in the quiet of my abode I proceeded to carefully pick apart the packing tape that surrounded the package. I gingerly opened the brown cardboard box which exposed innards of small foam peanuts. I slowly dug through the peanuts till I reached the heart and plucked it gently from the depths of that box. I held it in my hand; it was heavy. It was still covered in paper and bound by one single long piece of packing tape. I removed the tape and paper only to reveal another layer of tissue paper beneath. It got heavier. I removed the tissue paper and there, in my hands, was my first generation 50mm Summicron-M.
To my eye, it was a gem. It looked as good if not better than the one I had seen about a month or two back when I almost bit the bullet and bought it locally. This one, however, I was able to attain for about 1/2 of the $400 USD that the local seller had been asking for his. This one, was, equally as beautiful if not more so.
Aperture blades were dry and clean. The focus was smooth. The aperture clicks were precise and the collapsibility was on the mark.
The glass was mint for something that was of an age that my father may have longed for it in his early 20's. Yes, there were extremely minor micro abrasions on the glass; but these were not visible by looking at the lens directly or even in an awkward light - it had to be viewed from an angle and even then they were minor. I will put it through its paces and then see what the results will be like.
I believe I have given in...................................... to the dark side.................
*fade sinister "March Of The Empire" theme music*
Darth Dave
