Earlier this year, as spring rolled into summer, I was careless. I certainly didn’t mean to be. But I was. And now I have to live with the consequences.
It was a normal day here on the farm. By noon, I had found several delightful scenes I wanted to capture on camera. This was always the case with me. I am so inspired with various farm (and wild) animals that my first impulse is to grab my camera and capture it. This day was no different. But this day was to be the end. I leisurely hung my Nikon D80 on our handcrafted wooden swing near our outhouse, careful to have the long lens hang just so. I was always so careful with my camera, handling it like a newborn. However, upon my quick exit from the outhouse, the nearby goats caught my attention and led me away from my waiting camera. It wasn’t until later in the afternoon, when I went to take a photo of Russ working with our Mustang after a warm sudden rainstorm, that I realized I didn’t know where I had left it. I checked our cabin, then our truck. No, not there. Then the Wee House, which is near our outhouse. It was then I literally gasped with the realization of what I had done. Sure enough, my camera was still hanging, albeit wet.
After many attempts at drying it out, and a call to the Nikon company, I realized it was to no avail. My precious camera was no more.
The spring months moved into summer, and then fall, and now winter. I have been unable to capture my precious moments. Normally, I would shoot 100 or so shots per day, every day. Now, I must commit these scenes to memory.
It has been a lesson for me. However, I’ve also pondered the 2nd Commandment: Thou shall not make unto thee any graven image. Do I put my camera and photos above my thoughts of Jesus? Perhaps going without this piece of equipment is a good test of where I stand.
Psalm 105:4 “Seek the LORD, and His strength: seek His face evermore.”
Thank you for visiting, dear friends. Until next time, Lord willing.