Colle,
A little over a week ago I returned to New Zealand from a two week stint in the UK and then The Netherlands to visit a client. Although I rarely use them, and generally have a loathing for them, I was obliged to take along a portable workstation -- read powerful, battery hungry laptop that should never be trusted unless plugged in. Not wanting to buy one, I lent the beast from someone I trusted.
Still, I had to spend a good few days, on and off, configuring the machine, then familiarizing myself with it, and then upgrading and testing and testing and testing it. Once I arrived it was absolutely essential that it just worked. Anything less and I would be wasting my client's time and money and more than likely their patience. After all this time I was still somewhat nervous. I simply hadn't had the machine long enough to put my trust in it. Even so, I thought I had gone a little way to reducing the chance of failure ...
This wasn't a photographic assignment but I took along two bodies and three lenses just the same. I had a lot of faith in these bodies -- an F3 and F5, one for B&W and the other colour -- but knew they could cover for each other if needed so took both, just in case ... And of course both were rattled around and abused but neither failed ... but it was another case entirely with the workstation ...
I'm not sure how many times I had to take the laptop in and out of my carry on to satisfy security but I can remember one thing. At Heathrow, just before the last flight before the three day meeting with my client, I got it back in two pieces. An over vigilant officer, it seems, had found it necessary to remove the battery pack. Thinking little of it, I clipped the system together again and moved on. It wasn't until later that evening that it became clear that the clips for attaching the batteries to the chassis had been sheared off. I usually carry a first aid kit so was thankful to have a good supply of band aids, all just waiting for such an opportunity to be useful, but ...
My old Nikon bodies and lenses spent about two weeks being roughly shoved into and pulled out of an old, unpadded fishing bag. My loaned, `military-grade' workstation, couldn't even make it through an over zealous inspection at a modern well maintained airport. Despite all my configuration, preparations and `testing', my equipment almost didn't make it to the meeting. I don't shoot teathered, but my God, I'd feel very vulnerable if I was obliged to. Most of us would be used to carrying a redundant camera body. How many of us lug around a redundant computer?
Kind regards,
Richard
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