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.
Sherry
