Oh goodness! I just woke up from the weirdest dream, all hot and bothered.
I really must stop watching movies like The Two Popes and browsing lens reviews before I snooze. The dream goes something like this:
Confession time, and I'm not even Catholic... Bless me Father, for I have sinned.
I have two R6 bodes, but find myself lusting after the extra MP of the R5 and even fantasizing over the thought of a possible R7 crop sensor to replace my beloved but ageing EOS 7DMkII. I imagine it having around 34MP, with all the knobs and dials of the R6 and dual SD card slots (Express CF cards are like Bitcoin, and I don't want to be needlessly extravagant after all).
I have the RF100-500 and the RF24-105 f/4 is on its way (after almost 4 months on order), and the plan is to get the RF10-24L f/4 when it is released, giving me a Holy Trinity (excuse the reference) covering a range of 10-500mm. That was a good and sensible plan, but after reading a whole slew of reviews, I went out and came home with the RF 24-240...
I am embarrassed and ashamed of my licentious behaviour...
I have started a fast (to be able to pay the credit card bill, actually) and am planning self-flagellation with some soft pasta strings that I shall eat afterwards - it's important not to waste food.
I have said multiple "Hail Canon"s for the last hour or so. :-(
Is that sufficient and can I go out and take some photos without guilt now?????
That was scary...