The story goes like this and it's not a fish story, nor is it embellished as some may have you believe I tend to do with tang and giggles:
I killed a second camera.
Truth. I was scoping shot locations for an upcoming wedding. Juggling my big cam, baby pro cam and mobile cam. (I've been practicing this skill and actually, I'm pretty darn good.)
The grass was dewy, slightly overcast; the sun making all efforts to appear. Click. Click. Then I reached for my baby pro cam - my oxygen, my favorite child, my lover, my confidante - my anti-depressant - and could not find her.
Panic set in. Eyes quickly darting in the vicinity of green. Nothing.
Heart races. Chest tightens. Tears well up. Oh. My. God.
Loud, very loud f-word.
The story continues:
I say (out loud)
"God. You don't want me to be a Photographer do you?"
"God. Are you sending me a message?"
"God. My creative output is really, really flowing well lately. Come on!"
"God. I'm pretty pissed off at you lately. Middle East! Airplanes! Tornadoes!"
"God. Are you punishing me?"
"Dear God. Maybe if people really do love my work, they may chip in to help me get another one quickly."
Well, the camera landed in Walters Falls. Depression has set in.
Maybe you would like to help.
UPDATE: You have funded 10% of my $600 goal in 1 day! Thank You So Much!
GOAL: $600 by August 8, 2014
Patti Friday, Photojourno, reporting from inside 'The Art Dept.' at the international 'Embassy of Ideas'. Reading. Listening. Learning. Improving. Hanging out with successful people. Photographer. Pirate. Bubby. CANADA @pattifriday