. . . . . . . my wife will allow me to open this box.
Two or three weeks ago, I was overcome with the desire for a new lens for my K-1, a desire totally disconnected to any actual need or requirement. Even so, I checked out Pentax's current offerings for the first time in a couple of years; there were some new-to-me possibilities, but their size and bulk put me off. Not to be deterred, I resolved that now that I'm shooting a full-frame camera again (after many, many years), it's only fitting that I own a 50 mm lens (I ignored the fact that the 50 mm focal length is covered by my DFA 28-105). Thus, I had three candidates. Of those, the new-to-me DFA 50/1.4 is unattractive (to me) owing to its mass and bulk, and I nixed the "old" FA 50/1.4; I owned one and disliked it because it was so squishy until stopped down to f/2.8.
The third candidate, the venerable DFA 50/2.8 macro makes little sense, in part because I already own a DFA 100/2.8 macro. So . . . . . . I ordered one anyway (
) since the lens is small and cheap, the latter a characteristic attractive for a completely quixotic purchase.
B&H shipped the lens by Fed Ex for delivery on December 2. As it turned out, my new lens was something of a Flying Dutchman, visiting various cities in East Texas for several days after its arrival in Houston, which is about an hour and 15 minutes to Lake Jackson (where we live). Happily, the 50 found its home last night at 10:00 PM.
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