Last week I had a dream. It was intense and sticky and full of message. Some "entity" chastised me for forgetting one of my best friends.
I dug it out, cleaned it, here it is:
I borrowed my dad's credit card and bought it as a graduation present for myself (from him). Boy was he pissed. But this is probably the best present I've ever received. That was 1986. Twenty years later. It is still stunning to me. Beautiful. And it still feels good in my hands. I could tell you where every scrape, cut, and dent came from, but not where all the little screws have disappeared to.
Hopefully, I'll be able to take a few decent shots and scan them to put up here. I truly have forgotten my eye with my flashy/easy little tart of a digital camera.