This Ol' Camera Bag
There is an old saying among photographers that you date your camera but marry your lenses. That's a good thing. I've had dozens of cameras but only two husbands. I've dropped a few lenses and needed replacements but I only dropped one husband. But my camera bag has been with me most of my adult life.
Today I decided to give my camera bag a good cleaning. I mean a really good cleaning where you take out all the velcroed compartments and pull out the vacuum cleaner. I found lots of sand, probably from both Atlantic and Pacific beaches. There was also plenty of lint, probably from all the gloves and scarves worn in those frigid winter shoots in Western New York. I even found tobacco and I probably quit smoking around 1990. I found a couple of $20 bills tucked away for an emergency. And then there was the unmistakable gold packaging from a box of Kodak film.
Me and my camera bag have traveled lots of lonely and lovely lanes together. When I'm happy, there is not much better than grabbing my bag and capturing the glory of nature. And when I have tears to shed, my camera bag has comforted me on roads less-traveled. It's been there for me in sickness and in health as well.
Anyway, me and my bag are about to start a new journey. I'm flying into Montana and then headed north and northwest through Canada. I'll head down the coast, explore Napa Valley and eventually Las Vegas for a flight home. Stay tuned as I report in from the road and when I get home, I hope to upload many, many wonderful photos.
Today I decided to give my camera bag a good cleaning. I mean a really good cleaning where you take out all the velcroed compartments and pull out the vacuum cleaner. I found lots of sand, probably from both Atlantic and Pacific beaches. There was also plenty of lint, probably from all the gloves and scarves worn in those frigid winter shoots in Western New York. I even found tobacco and I probably quit smoking around 1990. I found a couple of $20 bills tucked away for an emergency. And then there was the unmistakable gold packaging from a box of Kodak film.
Me and my camera bag have traveled lots of lonely and lovely lanes together. When I'm happy, there is not much better than grabbing my bag and capturing the glory of nature. And when I have tears to shed, my camera bag has comforted me on roads less-traveled. It's been there for me in sickness and in health as well.
Anyway, me and my bag are about to start a new journey. I'm flying into Montana and then headed north and northwest through Canada. I'll head down the coast, explore Napa Valley and eventually Las Vegas for a flight home. Stay tuned as I report in from the road and when I get home, I hope to upload many, many wonderful photos.
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