Not enough. Too much. Too contrasty. Too flat. Wrong place. Wrong time. Doh! This photography mcguffery is hard work. Well of course it is, otherwise it wouldn't be worth doing.
Dropped a camera (D700) and lens (24 - 70 f2.8) four or five feet onto concrete this evening, an event that made a fair old racket; of course, it had to be in front of a room full of people, a whole theatre company no less. The camera partially exploded (OK, I exaggerate - a plastic cover came off the top LCD plate but other than that and a scuffed corner, it seems OK). The lens? It doesn't rattle and appears to still focus - hopefully it will survive. I think had it been the D810 things might not have gone so well - I get the impression that that the 700 is more tank-like, less subtle, than its new sibling but I could be wrong - maybe the lighter weight doesn't necessarily mean that it would have blown to smithereens in the same circs, and it would certainly be nice to think so. This particular D700 has been through the wars a bit - missing rubber grip, worn eyepiece cover switch, loose base plate rubber cover... well, judge for yourself - I can't sleep now and so have been geeking out with the GX7 to bring you a picture of the damage:
The shoot itself? Well who knows? The D810 somehow became set to auto ISO mid-way through the shoot - I genuinely don't know how that happened* - so there are a fair number of pictures at ISO 6400 which wouldn't be my first choice. A shame as the venue is wonderfully atmospheric and, TBH, a photographer's dream.** All in all, I've fared better on other occasions.
*UPDATE: I do now: hit the ISO button and rotate the front dial and boom, off you go to AutoISO; rotate the back dial for changing the ISO yourself. Well now, there's something I wish I'd known a few days ago.
**I've shot there before - the Asylum, Peckham.