the camera i use is gone.
crap.
last known use...hiking down from mount sentinel, i KNOW i had it swinging from my wrist. playing inside the little shelter at the base of the hill while saschy girl collected berries and pears and pretended shopping while i stretched and high stepped between playing my shopper role. that was two weeks ago.
natalie sent a text today saying there was an ad in the paper to call and identify a lost camera. thrilling. i called but it wasn't the camera i use. darn. i am so sad without it. it's part of the steady trio of companion items-wallet, phone, and camera. and, i had just made a diligent commitment to myself to only post photos here of my own taking. shit.
and to think of even a day going by without taking photos of these rapidly transforming small humans puts me on the verge of a full blown panic attack. not only to capture and hold onto every possible ounce of this life of ours that whizzes past faster than i care to believe, but also because for me it's just like another mama says, camera is therapy.
so, maybe something even better is on the way...
such as dig this chick's camera
who knows. in the meantime, i hope that the photos on it were sweet enough to convince the finder to return it to us.
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