On a Friday night in November, 2004, I bought my first digital camera. The next morning, I woke up early and looked out my window. It was going to be a spectacular sunrise. I grabbed my camera, threw on whatever clothes were lying on my floor, and ran up to the widow's walk. This was the first picture I took with my new camera.
That camera has been with me through blizzards, the Mojave desert, and trips to California. It's survived below zero temperatures, hurricane force winds, and been dropped more times than I can count.
I think I killed it this past weekend when I took it out with me jet skiing.
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LATE BREAKING NEWS: my camera is not dead. It has miraculously come back to life. I worked on it and then left it alone for a while. Today, it's alive. It's alive! IT'S ALIVE! I feel like Dr. Frankenstien.