Several months ago I read of the white fog that will hit some Sony DSC-F717 cameras after about two years plus of use. I hoped this was something I’d escape but over the past couple of months the picture quality seemed to be degrading, was nothing like it was last year, and so I think it was already happening.
This must be that white fog people were talking about as it has suddenly appeared all over my pics, along with dark banding. Most of my pics from the fair had it last week. Tonight we went out to a corn filed maze and hay ride and it is on every single one of my pictures, very evident.
Sigh.
I’d searched all over the internet for images of the white fog so I thought I’d post this since I’d not come up with any.
It was a really nice camera while it lasted. Got some absolutely remarkable pics of the Grand Canyon with it last year.
Update: I neglected to write that we had a nice time at the corn field maze Friday night, which was certainly an unlucky 13th for some. On our way down there the other side of the interstate was backed up for miles and miles due to a wreck, and then our side of the interstate began to clog up, slowed to a crawl, and we came up on a wreck that the police had reached already but the ambulance had not, smoke still rising in the air from the cars.
At the “farm” there were goats and pigs and cows to see adjoining a refreshment/merchandise area housed beneath large twin decaying silos. There was a ride for kids, and a regular hay ride pulled by a tractor and another spooky hay ride. The kids did the kiddie ride and then as we had young young kids with us we went for the regular hay ride. A fair number of people were there but none were in line for the regular hay ride, so we got it all to ourselves…and as we rode it got chillier and chillier.
After that there was a cannon out of which you shot corn ears trying to aim at something about the size of the side of a barn (almost, not really). We had gotten the all-inclusive tickets so we each tried our hand at this and each missed despite having three shots. The deal was that if you hit the target then you’d get a free drink. My sister-in-law asked if anyone had gotten a free drink that night. The attendant said that about 35 people had.
Then we walked the corn maze, which had a large-sized maze and a small one for kids. First we did the kid maze, but as the kids wanted more of it we then did the regular maze, which was quite large and included a bridge in the middle upon which we could stand and survey the surrounding maze. We were in the maze for at least 45 minutes, perhaps an hour. Throughout the last twenty minutes, maybe longer, a person on a bullhorn kept calling for Wesley to please come to the front of the maze and join his party which was preparing to leave. When we emerged the operation was shutting down for the night.
Here and there in the maze were guide signs posted which gave you two opportunities at a correct guess for the right direction to go in. The first question was an easy agricultural-related one and the second question always had to do with University of GA’s Bulldogs. None of us knew anything about the Bulldogs but it was obvious that the owners of the maze were passionate on the subject.
It was all, of course, the kind of night kids love. H.o.p. warned of ghouls at every corner in the maze and would pop out with the flashlight shining up from under his face. We had borrowed two flashlights–he took possession of one and one of his three-year-old cousins took possession of the other. The two three-year-olds were soon riding upon the shoulders of their parents throughout, and H.o.p. insisted upon leading the way. Every time he fell behind a little he’d run up front saying, “I’m leading the way! I’m leading the way!” This was fine until near the end when we were all quite ready to be out of the corn maze.
One of the attendants said they will try to keep the maze open until around November 18th but they doubt it will last that long as they always have trouble with people coming in and messing it up, plowing their way all through it, trampling the corn. Signs posted at the entrance asked for people to please stick to the path.
I took a number of pictures but the white fog and dots and the dark banding so heavily masks 98 percent of them that there is no correction of them even in Photoshop. I’m still hopeful I may be able to rescue at least a couple of the kids.
Over at my brother’s afterward we picked up the 3/4 size violin I started on as a young child as H.o.p. has occasionally over the years expressed an interest in experimenting with a stringed instrument. Amazingly, it has a pretty rich tone! And from what I could see isn’t going to need any repair as it’s still solid. Will need a new bridge and strings, that looks to be all. The seams are good so it won’t need to be glued. The hair on the bow could probably stand to be replaced but will suffice. The nieces had a great time trying their hand at it, fascinated.
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