Funny photographer story about my effort to capture the “Flower Moon:”
I’m enjoying revisiting my old haunts this season but missing my husband’s companionship more this time around. You’d think that after being isolated with each other for a year that the distance would be welcome! Not so! 🙂 We talk on the phone frequently at least. Last night, with my cell phone propped up on a rock, we conversed while I photographed the full moon and the sunset down along the rocky coast (in one of my favorite secret places!)
As I was packing up my camera gear (while still chatting with him), I lost my balance due to trying to manipulate the tripod, camera bag with extra lens and camera around my neck and shoulders so that the weight was equally distributed. I tumbled backwards very ungraciously over a large rock and landed on my bum. Thankfully, unhurt, except for my pride. It was quite a feat pulling myself up as I had all that gear wrapped around my neck!! As I lay there awkwardly positioned and weighted down with camera gear shaking my head at my demise, I could hear Jim’s voice from the phone calling “are you still there?”
Ah – the oft perilous life of a photographer! 🙂
How did we manage long distance relationships before cell phones?
I guess the art of letter writing and the beauty of the written language has suffered, though I doubt a full moon and a distant beach could be shared as spontaneously.
So true – we would have to take the film to get it developed, wait for it to be returned and then realize that the exposure was all wrong!