It has barely been three hours since I woke up and everything has gone wrong. The sky is gray. The rain is coming down heavily. I am already late to class when I get a phone call from my photo editor about an accident on Sheridan Road. I can't pass up an opportunity to shoot an urgent news story, especially one that I know NBN is covering as I hung up the phone. So I grab my d90 and run out the door. I trudge down Sheridan in my clunky houndstooth rainboots, snap two photographs and walk quickly to class. I make a scene because I am walking in late to a class of less than forty people. I place my stuff down and next thing I know, my camera falls to the ground. Adrenaline rush and all, I worried that the heavy fall damaged my camera but did not think much of it until I picked it up and I heard clinking inside the camera.
The glass on my lens shattered.
What a great way to start my day.
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1 comment:
Like I said earlier, it could have been way worse. The camera itself is still intact, and lens are totally replaceable. Maybe not affordable. But replaceable.
Keep your chin up. You get to go home, away from this dismal, shitty weather (which isn't actually that dismal anymore!) and see your family, California, the pacific ocean, etc.
And if it helps I think everyone else in the dorm is having a shitty time as well. Nothing brings people together like collective suffering eh? Maybe there's a silver lining.
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