Never Wipe Your Sensor

I knew I wasn't supposed to touch the digital sensor, but nobody told me I couldn't touch the focusing sensor.

So today I travelled south.

Through Lancashire and past Manchester where I was born. Through Cheshire, my teenage home, and into the unknown territories of Staffordshire to see Paul the camera repair man.

The blip is of Shuan Walker, excellent busker of Newcastle-under-Lyme, who I happened upon while waiting for Paul to repair my camera.

I've now got a new sensor and nicely aligned red flashy focusing lights.