

The hay guy came by this morning to ask if he could cut and bail the pasture in July like he has every year recently, and it reminded me to grab a camera and photograph the pasture in the coming weeks before he cuts it.
I grabbed the Nikon D7100 tonight, and very deliberately chose one of my favorite lenses, as it has been for 30 years, the 180mm. I’ve owned four iterations of this lens over the years, including tonight’s guest, the AF-Nikkor ED 180mm f/2.8 D.

This lens has few vices. It is lightweight, bright, and sharp, and has fairly nice bokeh wide open. It’s only failings are its older autofocus system (non-AF-S) and an itsy bit of chromatic aberration.
It’s possible to get a decent bargain on a used 180mm on sites like eBay, particularly if it’s ugly on the outside but still has good glass.
It felt good in my hands tonight, and I remembered why I like it so much.

What’s the name for that type of memory?
When your hands and or body are automatic in response to the pressure and weight of the familiar?
How does it compare to That big 105 of yours I so used to love?
>>How does it compare to That big 105 of yours I so used to love?<< Apples to oranges. The 105 had amazinger bokeh at f/1.8, but was not very sharp at that aperture. The 180 is sharp wide open, but that's f/2.8.