A friend of mine died this week. No, she wasn't a relative, coworker, buddy, or pet. She didn't even have a name, or pulse for that matter. She was a camera, the faithful companion of many an adventure.
It was a Sony DCS-S500 and I carried it for about five years. This was one tough camera. I am very hard on my tools. Nothing lasts as long as it is supposed to when I own it. This camera was no different. It had been dropped hundreds of times, no exaggeration. Including off the roof of my house once. It was fully dunked into a lake as I tried to land a fish with its lanyard still attached to my wrist. I remember dropping it out of my truck door and then accidentally kicking it across the parking lot in a very clumsy manuver.
|The very first picture it took, my wife (then girlfriend) and I's first Thanksgiving.|
|A classic, after-a-long-hike shot.|
|Mommy's first time meeting baby.|
It took the first picture of our new puppy and the last picture of our old family dog. Every holiday, birthday, and special event it recorded. There are over five thousand pictures from this camera on my Flicker account. Those are just a fraction of the ones actually taken.
|The day we brought home Lilly, The Wonder Poodle!|
|At the base of Crater Lake|
|The last picture it took, Lila's first fish|
I'll be honest, I teared up a little writing this post. Not because my camera stopped working. Its just a tool. It is looking back through the literally thousands of pictures on my Flickr account and reliving the memories that would have faded were it not for this camera.
Oh yea, just to make this outdoors and hunting related, a reliable camera is as important as any of your other equipment. How else will you remember all of your adventures? I never leave home without one.