So, after my plea for help about buying a macro lens, I decided it was time to take the plunge into macro land and buy myself one. We scooped up the kiddo, got in the car and headed downtown.
I walked into the store all chipper, ready to hop on the counter and tell the guy to go fetch me my sparkly new lens, when I noticed something was ‘off’. My heart nearly dropped to my stomach as I closely examined the price cards.
Hello? I knew it would be quite an investment, but what I didn’t know was that Nikon lens prices had gone up nearly 20 percent here in NL since I last checked them. That’s a lot of money and I’m no millionaire. Yet. I went over this with the universe though so it shouldn’t be long now, but that aside.
I just couldn’t justify coughing up the $1050 a 105mm micro lens would cost me (Seriously, guys. That’s like a month mortgage.) so I decided to go for a 60mm macro lens instead, if only to see if I could even work with it and liked it.
And I could. Worse yet, it was instant love.
This is probably the sharpest lens I’ve owned so far. You’d be hard pressed to get a bad shot out of this baby. It works great for food photography, but the macro shots—which it was designed for after all–are pretty darn amazing, too.
I discovered a whole new world of photography that I could really lose myself in. Macro photography is an art, though. An art that I might never master, but I can see how addictive it can be.