was had at Paper Posy Cottage, self-inflicted, the result of a careless act. There is no one to blame but myself. In the garden, last evening, taking photos, I got distracted by a phone call and set my camera down. During the conversation, it started raining so I moved inside, still talking, forgetting the camera. Two hours later, rain falling the whole time, I remembered it was outside. At the risk of sounding overly dramatic, I really believe my heart stopped beating for a second. I know a pit instantly formed in my stomach and I literally felt sick. My expensive 100mm macro lens is what adorned the camera body, wouldn't you know? I spent over an hour drying every part of the body & lens I could, by hand & with my hair dryer on the low heat setting. At 1:00 AM, I finally went to bed but certainly not to sleep. I wondered what the morning would bring. Would my camera work? I really
did not want cannot purchase another right now.
I am relieved to say, all is not lost. I took the photo above at 6:30 AM. I don't think it's quite as sharp as usual but I'm hoping (praying, pleading, etc.) as the camera continues to dry out, things will improve. Is that wishful thinking?
Yet another photo from this morning. Oh, how could I have been so careless? My camera is like another appendage to me. Such an integral part of my life, I can't imagine going even a few days without it. I know I will continue to "test" it and question/compare the results with previous photos. Is it performing as well as before or not? Only time will tell.... For comparison purposes, here's a photo from the other day:
You tell me. I can barely stand to look.