I am overcome with sadness.
My camera, my backup (which was once my primary camera for more than 10 years) has died.
I am offically without a camera.
And I feel as if my eyes have been torn out.
It's as if I had lost a good friend.
It was thanks to that camera that my journey into self-portraiture began.
Perhaps you think it's silly for a grown woman to mourn the breakdown of a block of plastic, metal and computer chips, but to the photographer, a camera is an extension of the body.
My body.
And now it's gone.
And it's hard to guage, with everything going on in my life right now, when I will be able to get another one - digital or 35mm.
It's a sad day - hellophotokitty might just be a sadkitty for a while...
1 comment:
Oh nooo! Sad, sad day. You can come down here and borrow my camera if you want.
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