Yesterday after shooting, I left behind my tripod. My beautiful & beloved Ries J-600 tripod.
And its J-250 head.
I was alone, parked next to a mountain road. As I prepared to leave, I stood the tripod on the passenger side of my car – “blocking” it from my view as I finished packing items on the driver’s side. Out of sight, out of mind. About 20 miles down the twisting-turning gravel road, something just didn’t feel right. I looked on the back seats where I normally keep the tripod, and – well, perhaps “DREAD” describes the moment best.
But no tragic finale here. When I returned, there it was! Standing proud and tall. (And yes, I did embrace it & apologize.) Good thing it’s a lonely mountain road. It stood all-alone for 90 minutes or so. I think I’ll put a name/address/phone/email label on it.
What did you leave behind? Or drop along the way? Any tips for absent-minded people like me?
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