I have bought my child. A child that I have been toying with for over a year. A child that I assumes cries when I do not hold it, a child that could never be replaced; well, until a newer better model comes around.
I have lurked in the camera stores long enough, too long in fact. I was becoming "that person" that just comes in and stares at things that I could not afford, while asking the salesperson if I could just 'check it out'. The wait is over.
I now have in my hands my brand new camera. One that is replacing the camera that was feverishly stolen in the night along with my brand new laptop. Spilled milk. Cant cry now, nor can I make any excuses for not doing what I love. Its funny how sometimes you have to PUSH yourself to do the things you would cut your left arm off to do. Photography is that thing. I would (and will) do it for the rest of my life. I know this. I know there are going to be thousands of future photos in my library, someday I will make a book, damnit. Someday I will talk to the greats and eat scones while drinking tea, talking about composition and f-stops. Someday...
Until then, I will rebuild my lost memories, also stolen from thieves in the night (shaking fist vigorously). I will do what I love. I will do what makes me happy. I will see something nobody else will see and then capture it like an unsuspecting fish.
Lets go fishing.
Its starting to get cold in Melbourne now. The leaves are falling, the air is crisp and people have begun to put away their summer joys like flip flops, bikinis and anything that would reveal your skin. My noes is constantly running, like a tap I cant afford to fix. I have become the old woman who positions her slippers near her bed to greet her warmly in the fresh mornings.
