Am I An Idiot, or What?
Kind of dispirited here, blogwise. After the euphoria of finding my camera after thinking I’d lost it on a hike a couple of weeks ago, you’d think I would conduct my affairs a bit differently. But, no, there I was turning my pack and my car inside out on Sunday after returning from a day of hiking and watching my wife and kid climb sheer rock faces, and taking a slew of terrific photographs of it all, looking for my Canon S300 again, and knowing in my gut I’d left it on a rock where I had watched my kid’s last climb of the day.
I’ve gotten so I carry it everywhere, because I’ve taken a delight in capturing the gorgeous and the oddball stuff I run across and posting it here. I feel sort of naked, or handicapped, (or naked and handicapped - that’ll get me some Google action!) without it. And you have to deal with the mundane black-and-white of my words as a consequence. Collateral damage.
I don’t think it’s coming back this time, and I’ll reluctantly start looking on eBay tomorrow for a replacement that will fit into my cool waterproof case.
