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Ode on a broken lens [32/365]
A terrible, terrible black cloud has come over my life. A tragedy. An accident. A fault which sits completely on my shoulders, and weighs on me every day.
My lens - my beautiful, original, cooperative, 18-55mm, day-to-day lens is... is... [sobs uncontrollably].
Yes, my friends. Broken.
Tomorrow we shall see how bad the damage is. But I am in the midst of the grieving process, a harsh phase in which I must work through my pain in order to find a replacement (not in my heart, but in my camera bag) for my regular lens.
I don't know how, or if, I will ever be able to forgive myself.
Happy February. And screw stone floors.
Ode on a broken lens [32/365]
A terrible, terrible black cloud has come over my life. A tragedy. An accident. A fault which sits completely on my shoulders, and weighs on me every day.
My lens - my beautiful, original, cooperative, 18-55mm, day-to-day lens is... is... [sobs uncontrollably].
Yes, my friends. Broken.
Tomorrow we shall see how bad the damage is. But I am in the midst of the grieving process, a harsh phase in which I must work through my pain in order to find a replacement (not in my heart, but in my camera bag) for my regular lens.
I don't know how, or if, I will ever be able to forgive myself.
Happy February. And screw stone floors.