Memorial Day weekend at the zoo I lost my camera somewhere between the electric eels and the elusive black pawed dinger monkeys. Because someone probably found it, really it was stolen. But for all I know it's actually carefully hidden away in the secret cache of the beta male chimp in the primate house, so I shouldn't rush to judgment. I was crushed.
So I needed a new camera. Not needed, but wanted, and where there's a want there's a way. I successfully landed a bigger and better camera than ever. After admiring its packaging, I finally took it out, put the strap on and headed out to the North Chagrin Reservation of the Cleveland Metroparks. And although due to recent practice there is a bit more magic in my method, yes, ladies and gentlemen, size does matter. Judge for yourself:
I like to take pictures of waterfowl asses for some reason.
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Cool Photos - I really liked the bug I made him or her my wallpaper.
I know how hard it is to photograph bugs (they move in and out of focus too easy)
"So I needed a new camera. Not needed, but wanted, and where there's a want there's a way. I successfully landed a bigger and better camera than ever."
Exactly. Thoughts become things. If you visualize it, it will happen. Did you see the flash of light as it appeared, or was it just there when you woke up in the morning?
I think the flash of light happened in the room of elves at the Amazon division of Chase Bank.
If I had wanted to make my story an even more sordid and confusing allegory (as I like to do here), I would have included the part about how I initially bought the wrong camera, but realized while in transit and ordered the right one.
To return the old one stealthily to the UPS drop off box like a $2 whore, I jammed it in the shoot, but then realized it was over their size limitations. This very expensive camera was thus stuck in the door to the drop box permanently. No going down, no coming out. I had to just leave it there overnight, stuck in the shoot.
I had to sheepishly call them in the morning to explain what happened. Felt like one of those people explaining what I "accidentally" did to myself to end up in the ER at 2:30 in the morning.
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