In response to the little enigma surrounding my first post, I shall now relate the story of my unfortunate brush with a wayward fruit salad. *ahem*
Some years ago, I took a road trip from my native San Diego, CA all the way out to Newton, KS for my surrogate brother's wedding.
In light of the upcoming event, and the fact that I was the first person in my immediate family to travel that far east, I decided to bring my beloved Canon RebelX EOS
S along for the ride.
6 states and 9 rolls of film later, I had reached my destination. The drive had been long, but the scenery along the way was absolutely breathtaking. My "brother's" wedding was lovely and it was wonderful for me to see all of my surrogate family together in their home state.
Toward the end of the reception, however, as I was making my way to the ladies' room to freshen up, another guest with a full plate of fruit salad crossed my path and collided with me.
The sugary, plasmatic fruit-chunk explosion which resulted is a scene forever etched in my memory. The mess covered my dress, my hair, and (of course) my beloved camera.
In desperation, I fled the rest of the way to the ladies' room to try and recover my precious equipment....and my dignity.
Emerging some minutes later, I finished up the last 2-3 shots on the last roll of film, but all the while, my camera grinded and gurgled in unhappy objection. Evidently, I had my doubts about whether those last few pictures would turn out.
Upon returning to San Diego and developing the pictures, my suspicions were confirmed. The last few frames of the very last roll of film were distorted and my beloved RebelX was ruined.
And so it remains to this day until I can afford to take it to the professionals to have it completely disassembled and thoroughly cleaned one piece at a time. *sigh!*
So that's the tragic tale of accidental assault with dessert, and the reason behind my pent-up artistic frustrations (well, some of them, at least
).
"I saw it! It was a run-by fruiting!" - Mrs. Doubtfire
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