Careful but Cursed
I cradle my camera like a fragile newborn, Polish the lens till the angels blow horns, I tiptoe through life with protective intent. And that's when the universe springs the event.
A strap catches something that wasn't even there, My "save spot" for the camera becomes mid air.
I guard it with caution, precision, and grace. Then gravity smirks and slaps it in the face.
For all of my rituals , careful and tight, Chaos still wins with a laugh and a bite. The Moral of the story carved deep in my soul: Sh.. Happens to cameras, control is a troll.
Cheers,
Joe
Ancora Imparo
"A good photograph is knowing where to stand."
--- Ansel Adams >
"You don’t take a photograph, you make it."
--- Ansel Adams
