Mixing mud and cameras
I killed another camera.
I'm sure the painfully short, 1.5-year life cycle of my fancy cameras
has nothing to do with the way I use the devices in the garden with
muddy hands, take photos in the drizzling rain, and leave cameras lying
in the grass all afternoon while I work. Surely the malfunctions are
really all shoddy manufacturing, right?
Anyway,
to cut a long story short, I had no camera with me for Thanksgiving,
and Mark took only four photos, so the unstructured view above of our
family will have to do. More relevantly, this is your warning that
photos will be a bit scanty for the next week here on the blog. But I have opted to splurge on a supposedly water- and dust-resistant camera, which should arrive in early December. Maybe I'll manage not to kill it too quickly?
(Because, yes, the more obvious solution of only using my camera with dry, clean hands just isn't going to happen.)
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About us: Anna Hess and Mark Hamilton spent over a decade living self-sufficiently in the mountains of Virginia before moving north to start over from scratch in the foothills of Ohio. They've experimented with permaculture, no-till gardening, trailersteading, home-based microbusinesses and much more, writing about their adventures in both blogs and books.
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When I think of photos T. Roosevelt had taken, on his safari in Africa, and those taken of my father in a cayuga, in the interior, in Panama, and, too, of photos of Arctic explorers, I wonder at how they managed, and how they preserved the film, etc.
Hope you have a warranty on your new one...