I am still without my camera. It is at a repair shop in Victoria, awaiting a part to fix it. I was willing to pay for the repair, because I really love that camera.
What this enforced separation has done, however, has made me realize how much I look at the world through how to share it with others. Between family, the blog and scrapbooking, I am always looking at things with the eye, not of a photographer, but of a memory keeper. Whether it was Bushboy’s delight at sitting in the front seat finally, the beautiful dark green curly leaves of the rhubarb as they emerge from the soil, the antics of the pets, or the vest I have almost finished (just needs a zip) for my dad — I turn for my camera to document it and share it. So many moments have passed me by where I have ached for my camera, it has surprised me, and pleased me. I love to tell stories, and I know that the visual adds a dimension to my stories that words alone can’t always convey.
I am hoping to have it back the first week of April.
(I do have Bushboy’s camera at hand, but it’s not mine and it’s just not the same.)