I have never been much of a photographer. I like taking pictures, but they’re always a little fuzzy, or a little off kilter. However, since moving back home I have been grabbing my little Kodak EasyShare and snapping pictures whenever I get the chance. And a few have come out pretty good. Since two of my kids are now 1300 miles away from me, I try hard to keep them updated with photos of their sister, who is with me, and places we go, and people we spend time with.
Then came last night. I slid my little camera in the pocket of my jacket, which I had wrapped around my waist. Not a good look, by the way. I climbed behind the wheel of my car to head home, and pulled the door shut. But it didn’t shut, it bounced back. This should have been my first clue, but apparently I was deliriously from all the corn I ate (see yesterday’s post), so I just yanked the door harder this time. That’s when I looked down and saw my jacket hanging in the door jamb of the car.
The good news is, the camera itself still works. I just can’t see anything through the screen but stripes, cracks and white space. With no view finder I am left to guess at what I am aiming at. I’ve taken a few practice photos, which actually came out pretty good. I suppose if I take several hundred pictures at a time, a few will turn out good. So that’s the plan for now. Wish me luck with that!