A few weeks ago I reluctantly decided to send my D600 to the Nikon service centre for a clean and repair. I was hoping it would be done before Autumn arrived; before the busiest of seasons – this beautiful time of year with its golden hues and amazing sunsets. But Autumn came quicker than I was expecting, and the neighbourhood changed overnight. Literally.
And so I called them last Wednesday.
“It’ll be ready in two to three weeks,” was the stock answer given. I’d heard it before but I explained my predicament anyway.
“I understand,” came the chap on the other side of the line’s answer. “I’ll see what I can do.”
But I didn’t have much faith. I could just see every last leaf falling to the ground before my camera arrived back. Fortunately I was wrong. Two days later it arrived by courier … All I can say is, thank you Nikon Canada for helping preserve my sanity; for helping make family shoots possible, and for helping make yesterday’s memorial shoot a reality. But more on that later.
Nikon South Africa, where I once worked, was known for its service ethic – that the customer always comes first. But I hadn’t heard such good reports about other Nikon service centres around the world. I’m pleased to say, when it comes to Nikon Canada, I was wrong.
Without further ado, some photos from this afternoon, where I went on a little stroll through the woods with a certain teenager who goes by the name “Life”.