50mm 1.4 on 5Diii
no matter what lenses I take to do anything I end up just sticking the 50mm on and it seems to get exactly what I want from it. if I'm using the 24-105 I end up getting annoyed and take it off, if I'm using a 70-300 I end up getting annoyed and take it off. I shoot everything with it. It's crazy.
It used to be 28mm 1.8 on my 7D. A little wider side by side and a bit more forgiving on the DOF but when I bought the 5D I couldn't use a crop sensor as a back up as the focal lengths just make no sense when swapping quickly between bodies. the curse of the 5Diii, you never want/need to use anything else. I bought a 2nd hand 5Dii as a second body and that's only been used to test if it works even though I planned on doing weddings with both and not having to swap lenses over. I sold everything crop and EF-s including an ultra wide as landscapes generally escape me or hate me.
the only time I ever reach for the 24-105 is for the groups and it bores the hell out of me. maybe I'd get on better with the 24-70 2.8 shooting around f3.5.
I feel like I'm cheating on the 28mm now, it's like the girl you've always had around that's great but then the 50mm turns up and steals the show. I'd equate the 24-105 being the lady of questionable morals in a bag of lenses that you should really avoid unless absolutely necessary... 70-300, she's not pretty but sometimes that's what you need to get the job done.
I love the analogies.
Personally, it's very hard for me to pick just ONE lens. It depends on the situation.
A day at Disneyland, I want my young and skinny 40mm.
Studio portraits, and wedding candids, I want the 70-200 2.8 IS II all day (my "big, busty, and beautiful").
Casual shooting: the 24-70 II, plain but effective
Night time events, low light w/o flash, the 35 L (my late night mistress)
I did go a little deeper on my first draft of that post but I ended up toning it down somewhat... these are modern times, gentlemen. It's not the 70's any more and it's no longer acceptable to slap your secretary on the arse and call her sugartits when you send her to make the coffee. We've learnt that the hard way. I thought I'd spare the ladies my bawdy outbursts that so often let down my professionalism. you should have read what I'd written about the lensbaby composer and totty in little black dresses...