Saturday, August 1, 2015
Before and After My Camera Broke
Sunday a.m., August 2: Some would say my lack of a smile in the above photo is my typical expression. However, I think it's because I was instructing my wife on how to use my camera. I have a DSLR which operates quite differently than her point-and-shoot. Anyway, after a 4-mile hike to get to this spot, during which I got some nice wildflower and scenic photos, we were startled by the beauty of this brightly-colored fungus growing on a dead and downed Red Fir. After Bib took this photo, I wanted to get a couple of extreme close-ups of the fungus, but the camera ceased to function. It flashed an error message and suggested some steps to correct it, but that didn't work. The remainder of the hike was depressing. My wife felt guilty that she had somehow broken my camera, and I was distraught because I figured the best photo ops of the trip were yet to come. We got only to the edge of the first of five lakes when we decided to quit early, and head to Reno for some grocery shopping. I don't think either of us ever shook off the trauma of a dead camera.