My beloved Nikon has gone to the great dark room in the sky.
I took the Oompas to the Renaissance Festival this weekend. Saturday's forecast called for rain. The clouds provided a cooling break from the usually intense summer heat. Fortunately for the fairgoers the rain waited until the last hour or so to commence, but from then on it was a torrential downpour. That didn't dampen the Oompas spirits at all and they danced around quite happily in the rain while the others, myself included, ran for cover.
I thought I had done a good job protecting my camera from the elements. I thought wrong. On the ride home Art tried to view the pictures I had taken but nothing happened when he turned the power switch on.
I am devastated. That Nikon was like a third eye to me. It was a recorder of the wonder and beauty I encountered along my path through life. I feel barren, naked. I feel blind. I am afraid to blink lest I forget.
I tried blowing on the insides to dry out any moisture that might be in the camera, a sort of camera CPR if you will, but I am thinking its more serious that a simple drowning. I am afraid my camera may have been electrocuted, its circuits fried when an ill timed drop of rain got on a sensitive part while the camera was still on.
I am in mourning.
Here are some of the last pictures taken with my dearly departed baby. The fairy with the hot pink hair is Art's girlfriend Emily. Don't they make an adorable couple? Becca and Rocky continued dancing outside the entrance at the close of the fair (1/2 hour early since the rain showed no sign of letting up) and were presented with roses by an appreciative cast member. Needless to say, despite the painful loss of my camera, we had a wonderful time at the fair and look forward to next season.
Hopefully I'll have a new camera by then.
My camera fund cookie jar already has $1.25 in loose change found around the house. Only $798.75 to go towards a new Nikon.
And an umbrella.