What’s wrong with me?
You know what I did today? I went to a construction site in Providence to shoot the iron workers ( Local 37 – not to be confused with steel workers who build boats). In an effort to get some dramatic shots of sparks flying I ruined my polarizing filter. There’re about a thousand tiny metal shards stuck in it now.
I guess it’s better than if I didn’t have a filter on it and I ruined the 17-30something lens itself.
Or even worse… my baby blues.