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After a few bits and pieces of advice from mates, ex husbands and photographers (and about 3 beers) I found a way to at least fix it momentarily (Uhm, yay!).
But that was close, folks. Seriously... too close for me.
Lets face it, my camera has been everywhere with me in the past 3 years.
It was there for about 400 self portraits...
Its been balanced on everything from a salt encrusted post at the beach to a pile of dirt at the park. Its taken pictures of shells, bus stations, trees, pegs and skies (and... everything in between).
Its seen the worst sides of me. Its seen depression and anxiety. The grief of loosing a loved one. The breakdown of my marriage.
I witnessed two of my best friends getting married through its lens.
Its has taken almost a thousand pictures of babies - both my own and others.
And almost as many pregnant bellies!
Its also seen the sights in New Orleans, Seattle, Los Angeles and countless other cities
It helped me publish a book of my self portraits (and be published in 3 other books). Its seen 2 failed 365 attempts. I've met countless friends through photography and its been there to mark all of my children's milestones.
Honestly?
What would I do without it?
