Not many of you know, but I am a huge sentimental sap.
Today I had a scare.
I dropped my camera. Thank God it was close to the ground over a soft bed of dirt during the photographing of a community garden. I quickly picked it up and dusted it off like nothing happened.
Now that I’m thinking about it, losing that camera would have been like losing a friend or a family member. Maybe that’s too far, but you get my drift.
I’ve had it since 2002. I persuaded my father to put his SUV up as collateral in order for me to get a loan to buy it.
During my second internship, the newspaper had no extra cameras for me to use so I made the investment.
When normal college students were saving for cars I was driving my 1989 beater of a Buick LeSabre, glad that no one would think that I had a then-$5,000 camera in the trunk.
Think about it. If you personify your camera, if you’ve had one longer than most – how many Christmases, birthdays, trips, and anniversaries has it seen.
So, the next time before you upgrade to the latest and greatest, just think how much has been seen through its lens.
