I found myself this morning dusting off the Sony Alpha 6000 and making sure it was charged because of an event that I had RSVP’d for on a whim. I don’t even know that I’ll need it, but the Trinidad and Tobago Photography Society (which shares the acronym TTPS, with the distinction that while both shoot targets, one tends to leave them alive and unwounded).
I have no idea if I’ll need the camera at all, but, you know, photography includes cameras, and rather than be unprepared, I’d figure I’d charge the camera up. I hadn’t used it since there were reports of a mountain lion near where I live by a very gesticulative Venezuelan who had managed to shoot a very shaky and bad video of everything but he was trying to shoot with his phone, and what he described simply doesn’t exist in Trinidad and Tobago, but off I went to do night shots of what happened to be a very well fed house cat that scared the living daylights of our very concerned Venezuelan.
As usual, I’m up early and avoid bright light, used to doing things in the dark, but I’m out of practice. I negotiate the web of USB wires, trying to insert them into the charging part of the phone and none of them fit. This disturbed me. Certainly, it has been a while, so I tore the place up looking for different wires.
30 minutes passed of me trying USB charging cords while flipping them 180 degrees, the standard USB installation, when it dawned on me.
I was trying to stick the cord into the wrong port.
This, of course, lead me down a trail of thinking I feel no need to write about, but I find it a cautionary metaphor.