My camera is back! Someone (either Nikon or the camera store) finally honored the one-year manufacturer’s warranty! (Amazing, isn’t it?)
It wasn’t without a bit of a struggle, though. I had called the camera shop a couple of weeks ago to check on the status of the repairs, and was given an estimate of $212 – to which I replied that since the camera was only a few months old and still under warranty, I felt Nikon should pay for the repairs. (You may recall that the camera had originally been sent to Nikon by the camera shop and returned with a note that Nikon no longer had the available parts!).
I didn’t really expect to hear back. I figured I would have to try to get a credit or refund from the camera shop and then make do with my little point-and-click Olympus.
But today, I got the call – the Nikon was fixed and I could pick it up!
So I did.
Of course, I then wanted to make sure it was working right, so I went back to Walton Woods Park. The lighting was bad, and I immediately discovered that I had already forgotten how to properly use that camera, but I did my best.
I was hoping for some nice fall foliage pictures, but the leaves here are only just beginning to change:
The unpaved nature trail, however, had enough fallen leaves to make it difficult to actually see the trail:
I don’t know what happened here, and I’m not sure I want to know:
As I was leaving the park, I notice two ladies sitting on a bench watching the lake. They kindly agreed to allow me to take the photo at the head of this post.
On the way home, I decided to stop in at the smaller park on North Forest Road. It consists of merely a paved pathway around a golf course, so I didn’t spend a lot of time there.
It was quite damp and chilly, which made me begin to think about Christmas. These red berries enforced that thought:
By now I was ready for a sit, and there were benches conveniently located. I decided not to use this one, because the branches were so low:
I also decided against this bench and the neighboring shelter:
Instead of resting, I decided to simply head home to upload, tweak, and publish my photos. Aren’t you glad I did?
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Images by Cordelia’s Mom