Correction: My cameras (plural) hate me.
Why else would they be taking their own lives kamikaze-style every single time I buy a new one?
The first one threw itself from the roof of a tour bus full of art students that was flying down the road in the Scottish Highlands. I had set it there during a rest stop while I tied the arms of my jacket around my waist, then promptly forget it.
I told you I’m absent-minded.
That one wasn’t actually my camera, however; even worse, I had borrowed it from my boyfriend back home. (And doesn’t it figure that I got a letter from him at the hostel in Glasgow, saying, “So how’s my camera, heh heh?”)
Years later, Camera Number Two jumped to its demise off of the shelf of our arts and crafts closet, along with whatever it was that my son had been searching for behind it.
The third camera—and I warn you, this is graphic—leapt from the hook on the back of a restroom stall (aided, perhaps, by a toddler who wanted to take down her blankie from that same hook) onto the unforgiving ceramic tile beneath it. It shattered and lay silent, (unlike its owner), lost to us forever in a heap of its own brokenness.
The fourth camera tumbled to my feet when I went to retrieve it from a locker at Skateland. I was certain it would be okay; it was still in its padded case and I had faith! But no. It had gone the tragic, war-like way of its predecessors and simply was no more.
And finally, our fifth camera. This was the one that we brought to Hawaii—the photographic soldier that was so brave and commendable in its call to duty until the very last day of our vacation, at which time it threw itself into a shallow pool of water and died a slow, sad, whirring death.
What a way to dampen one’s last day of vacation, eh?
Well, I don’t believe in Karma. We will try again with another camera, because at the very least we are faithful (if not foolish).
Surely the sixth try’s the charm?
*All that to say: this is why I don’t have our photos from the First Communion posted yet. Grandma Cathy took a ton, however, and as soon as she sends me some I will share them.
I had both my digital and my film SLR camera die on me within a month. I was devastated because I take so many pictures. Now, I have a fancy SLR digital and make sure I have that thing strapped around my neck. I’m afraid of dropping it. 😉
When you go shopping — ask for the most DURABLE model!
I wish you much luck with your next camera. Hopefully it won’t feel the need to fly off a table or some such thing. I want your okay to link your website (don’t worry NO ONE reads my blog). I wrote the entry this morning.
Well one thing is for sure Margaret …
I AM NOT LENDING YOU MY CAMERA 😉
I have a nice camera (Canon EOS20D), but it is spendy. I DO LOVE IT and it takes amazing photos!
We can buy watches that can dive to 200 feet but we can’t make a camera that’s reasonable enough to jump a few feet?!
This got me chuckling. Although, I am sorry about your cameras. One of mine conked out at an important wedding when I dropped it on my toe and shattered it. If you could find a good, durable, camera you are sure to get on some commercial with this story and your new camera. They could even name it the all-weather Minnesota camera.
I was laughing at loud at the sight of a camera “whirring” to it’s demise…that was funny.
Sorry you have such bad luck with cameras. I do too, but I’m lucky I just found mine. I thought my husband was going to cry if I misplaced another one.
Good luck finding a new one, but I don’t think any camera with an ounce of self-preservation will come within shutter distance of you. 😉
Cameras are freaky like that. Mine jumped out of my hands at the Guggenheim years ago. I still don’t know why. Maybe ours are related, Margaret.
I just love a good laugh before bed. Thanks, Margaret!