Once again, my Sony is damaged, the screen has cracked for the second time, causing a variety of issues to using it for shots. I can cope without having a post-view of shots I've taken, especially since I've picked up a film camera to play with, but not having the ability to change settings like ISO is a real handicap. Primarily, because I was doing mountain shots, I was using film and my 16mm fisheye for panoramic shots of the peaks, but for winter sports action, I was shooting blind with a digital, which is an unusual experience. Luckily I have my backup body waiting to be used so I won't be out of action like the last time.
On top of this I missed out on an amazing picture. On the way to the airport, we stopped at a service station. Behind us was a powerful scene. With the mountains in the background, covered in snow, in the middle distance there were a series of derelict Stalinist era buildings, all blocky concrete and peeling paint in depressing pastel shades. There was also an abandoned railway bridge. The light was perfect for the image I wanted, a steely gray, overcast but with patches of brilliant sun hitting the mountain. It was a shot contrasting the beauty of the natural environment with the ugliness that man could bring to it. Underlying theme of hope and depression, even crushed by the selfish inhumanity of communism, the majesty of the snowcapped mountains couldn't help but inspire. I then discovered, after leaving the stop, that the memory card wasn't in the camera, and I hadn't noticed because without the screen I didn't see the warning. It stresses the importance of not relying on the tools to do the work, know what settings are on the camera, how many shots over how many days the battery has been used for since a recharge and make sure the card in in the slot!
Photos will be coming soon, but I can't help but think I've missed out on the very best shot of the trip.