Just two days ago I lost one of my most faithful travel companions, my camera. It pains me to write about it even now as the grief is still too new, too fresh for me. It seems like only yesterday that I was in day-long surgery with my friend, Canon S90, who had suffered a devastating accident with two plums in a crowded backpack. I remember sweating for hours over his anesthetized body, no other surgeon being available on our remote island location, picking out fragments of smushed fruit from his delicate insides. I remember waiting in near desperation as he lay comatose in the ICU locked in a bag of dried rice in the hopes that the deadly remnants of moisture could be sucked out. Finally, I remember him recovering, never fully, but enough to take the precious photo that have graced this blog since its creation.
Alas, our time together was far too short. He was robbed from me at a bar in Brighton; snatched before his time, unaware from the outer pocket of my bag. My only hope is that he’s in a happier place now, with someone who will love him more and perhaps abuses him a little less. He will be missed.
Once grief subsides, life continues, but how to continue a blog without a camera? There are no satisfying answers to questions like these, but continue it must. While no one can ever replace him, a new camera must be found. Until then I think this will be a good time to go over some of the countless beautiful photos captured by Canon that still lie buried in the dark depths of my computer’s memory. After all, I’m sure you’ll all agree that the photos Canon took were as beautiful as any, especially given the limited skill of me, his partner.
The time to say goodbye has come, so for eternity, Canon, ave atque vale!