Un. Be. Lievable.
Last night I was out at Fraziers, a local bar, with Marianna, my friend Eric, and his wife Jess. I brought my camera, because I’ve resolved to bring it with me more or less everywhere I reasonably can — that way I can catch things on camera that I normally wouldn’t. Well, I certainly caught something with the camera…
As I was leaving the bathroom, I had to walk past the pool tables. As I’m walking past with my camera hanging over my shoulder, and I hear a “smack!” and turn around to realize some dumbass intentionally hit my camera with the butt end of his pool stick! He slovenly ran over and after listening to his slurred drunken speech I deduced that he was apologizing and said he thought I was his brother, as if that somehow made it okay. A quick inspection of the exterior showed that nothing was damaged–just a scare–so instead of escalating the confrontation, I walked away. When I got back to our table, the bar tender came over to ask if everything was okay and told me he was going to kick the drunk guy out because he did something stupid to someone else too. So I look through the viewfinder to make extra sure, and everything was blurry!! Take a look at the video I took while trying to figure out if I was merely really drunk or if it really was blurry and messed up.
5D Mark II Scare from Seinberg on Vimeo.
So suddenly I’m struck with panic: I leave for a 2 week vacation to Israel on Monday, and my camera is broken with no chance to get a new one in time! Nobody has the Mark II in stock! I ran back over to the guy and started aggressively telling him he broke the camera, that it’s all screwed up, he has to pay for any damage or I’m calling the cops, showed him how everything was blurry, how it couldn’t auto-focus or take pictures, etc. Marianna had come over and was yelling at the guy too (for her, anyway - for other people it’d probably be considered speaking loudly). She was as upset at the whole incident as I was. At this point, the drunk guy started to deny ever doing anything. The bartender said he had security cameras to prove things one way or another, and went “in the back” to check them out. Meanwhile, I took off the lens and noticed that the focusing screen had been knocked out of place, so I clicked it back into place, looked through the viewfinder, pressed the shutter, and all was fine: it auto-focused immediately and snapped off a crisp shot of the pool table under the bar lighting. What a sigh of freakin’ relief! And it came just in time, because when the bartender returned, he said that the security cameras can’t see back to the pool tables: it was too dark.

Pool Table
(1st shot after re-aligning the focusing screen)
Surprisingly enough, it turned out that although the drunk guy was totally out of hand and in the wrong, I was partly to blame for it coming ajar too: when I cleaned dust from the focusing screen a few days ago, I must not have clicked it securely enough into place, so the sudden jarring of the camera knocked it out. Today I went to Service Photo here in Baltimore for a new focusing screen. The (helpful!) guys there said it’s common to not click it securely into place, because there are two clicks you need to wait before knowing it’s secure.
The focusing screen got scratched because I tried taking pictures before I knew it was out of place, and there’s a really small scratch on the bottom of the viewfinder that’s visible, so it’s not a completely happy ending. But the important part — the sensor — is fine. As one of the people at Service Photo said: minor scratches on the viewfinder or wherever will happen — it’s just part of the field — but if the sensor was scratched, then I’d be screwed. I replaced the focusing screen with a version with a neat grid pattern, and all is well.
The End.
More Images
These were taken on our walk home, after the whole incident. Marianna wasn’t completely convinced that everything was okay…
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