Goodbye my beloved red beauty.
After waiting for you for several hours at Wal-Mart at 5am,
I had you as my own.
But now, alas, you met your death off linen sheets
and our life together is gone!
My camera is officially dead (or I guess unofficially, as I don’t know what official I would go to in order to pronounce the death of a camera). Pau! This was the camera that I got on Black Friday from Wal-Mart for about $70. It wasn’t all that good, but got me through two months in Sri Lanka and one month in Morocco. In its adventures around the world, it was left at a Sufi master’s house, traveled through the medina streets, photographed magnificent sunsets from many a coast, and caught Dan’s brilliant dance moves on video. At home it took pictures of friends, neighbors, dorm rooms, scenery, and many candid moments! It gave me amazing photos, great memories, and wonderful inspiration!
Thank you, Mr. Camera. I am sorry you fell off the bed, but at least you can say you died at the most beautiful hotel in Colombo!
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