I love my little Olympus. It has been a trusty and trusted friend for nearly a decade now. Small enough to fit in my pocket; a great lens; my introduction to macro photography. But it is not well. I hope it’s not terminal. The lights are on but it is not taking photos. I can zoom, choose between flash and not flash, auto focu or work it out for myself, but at the moment that counts, the shutter does not respond; no image is recorded.
Today I hoped to be able to take it to camera hospital, aka Camera City near the British Museum, but the shop was shut. Maybe next week. Although I use my larger Lumix a great deal, the Olympus is the one I pop in my bag when I go to work or generally out and about. Compact and neat, it punches above its weight. If it has reached the end of its life I shall be more tahn sad. It’ll be like losing a companion, a close friend who has been with me through thick and thin, witnessing the ups and downs of life.
So keep your fingers crossed that it is reparable, and will live to click for amny more days yet.