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Tuesday, December 11, 2007

In a fever-ridden rush to pack my bag for a very promising guided tour, I tripped and my DSLR slipped onto the floor, from only about 2 feet high. And it broke. A hopeless attempt to fix the camera for the next hour ensued. In vain, needless to mention. I was very sick and quite weak the day that happened (having a fever, bronchitis, laryngitis, sinusitis, and feeling more than ready to be exorcized), so it was not that surprising I tripped.

Now, I have been without my main camera since past Friday, and I have to realize: I am not whole without it. I am just not whole. It is only now that I realize how much photography is part of me. Some people may say “it’s only a camera”, but not having my camera is like missing an important personality trait. I’m restless, I think of the camera all day, I want to take pictures, and I can’t. It’s almost like a friend of mine was sick. Only I was more than devastated. It is a very emotional thing for me.

Luckily, I think the body itself should be okay and I assume only the lense is broken. But since it is the only lense I have for the camera I am now desperately seeking for a replacement. An affordable one at that.

So, I went to this guided tour of the Tempelhof Airport, biggest building in Europe, with a lot of history. I went to parts of it that are not open to the public and that seemed to have nothing to do with an airport at all. And all I had with me was my camera phone with crappy resolution. I didn’t have film for my other cameras, but seen as they don’t have flash, I wouldn’t have been able to take decent photos with them anyway. The airport is going to be closed and those guided tours are rare events, even more so that soon, there will be no more tours.

I can deal with a missed photo opportunity, though. But I can’t deal with being without my camera.

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