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Let me tell you about the day my camera almost died*.
Yesterday we went camping and being the new snaphappy person I am I'd been photographying all morning. It was wet and a bit muddy everywhere so in a brief respite from my fellow campers I'd put the camera on top of the car. You can see where this is going, can't you. Yes, the moment my back was turned Beej and Scott drove off to look for somewhere to fish. A minute later I realised they'd gone and my camera was nowhere to be seen. It hadn't slid off the roof and into the mud and it wasn't on the road just outside the campsite.
Katie and I took off after them on the rocky track up the mountain, eagle eyes searching for the telltale signs of a camera, broken into its component parts on the side of the road. The track got too rough for Katie's little car and we had to stop and turn back. I was a silent ball of repressed irritation, my only consolation the probability they'd put the camera in the car and driven off since it wasn't on the road anywhere.
Da boyz got back to camp. As it turns out the camera had sat on the roof the entire journey up to the top of the mountain, wedging itself against the WRX's roof-rack as they traversed this rocky trail. How it survived is beyond the ken of modern man.
And here's an image that therefore survived to tell the tale:
* paraphrasing Fallen, with Denzel. A movie best remembered for my sister and I creepily singing "Tii-iii-iiii-iime... is on my side" afterwards.
Yesterday we went camping and being the new snaphappy person I am I'd been photographying all morning. It was wet and a bit muddy everywhere so in a brief respite from my fellow campers I'd put the camera on top of the car. You can see where this is going, can't you. Yes, the moment my back was turned Beej and Scott drove off to look for somewhere to fish. A minute later I realised they'd gone and my camera was nowhere to be seen. It hadn't slid off the roof and into the mud and it wasn't on the road just outside the campsite.
Katie and I took off after them on the rocky track up the mountain, eagle eyes searching for the telltale signs of a camera, broken into its component parts on the side of the road. The track got too rough for Katie's little car and we had to stop and turn back. I was a silent ball of repressed irritation, my only consolation the probability they'd put the camera in the car and driven off since it wasn't on the road anywhere.
Da boyz got back to camp. As it turns out the camera had sat on the roof the entire journey up to the top of the mountain, wedging itself against the WRX's roof-rack as they traversed this rocky trail. How it survived is beyond the ken of modern man.
And here's an image that therefore survived to tell the tale:
* paraphrasing Fallen, with Denzel. A movie best remembered for my sister and I creepily singing "Tii-iii-iiii-iime... is on my side" afterwards.