Monday, February 2, 2009
I dropped my camera two weeks ago and it has long since been shipped off to the camera repair shop but I am so used to having it with me at all times that the past couple of days I have had that insistent nagging feeling that I have forgotten something. More than once I have reached for it anxious to record a specific moment. In order to fill the void I started carting around the ol' standby. My manual camera that requires more than just a rudimentary knowledge of picture taking and the endless winding of the film. I have no idea how the pictures are going to turn out and even if they are total crap I still have to pay for the development. How did we EVER manage before digitial is beyond me. Of course, a load of events have taken place that were screaming to be documented, like the coyote that decided to take a stroll in the field across from where I work or the fox moving silently through the snow in our yard in the wee hours of the morning. These moments are lost forever because I dropped my camers two weeks ago and it broke.
Posted by Barstow at 9:46 AM