The remnants of my Nikon D700 (below). The strap broke and it fell to the rocks. The lens completely shattered.
It is nine years old. It’s taken thousands of photos around the world. Across the US. So many miles on road trips. Five continents. Birthdays, holidays and one wedding. Shots of our nieces, dogs, my love, Britt and Jerrod and many others. So many great memories were captured by my Nikon.
It was my therapy when I was so very sick. (Read my blog about relearning photography after brain cancer.)
On June 6th I purchased a new friend, a Nikon D810 -- and a new strap. I started taking photos the next day after reading the manual. The D810 is noticeably lighter and streamlined. Some of the buttons have been moved around. I'm enjoying it so far.
* I will use the D700 as a back up.