I missed my stolen camera more yesterday than any other day since the burglary.I'm currently making do with several digital-camera-generations-ago technology.
My Coolpix775's slower reaction time means what I see isn't always what I get.
Sometimes, that's okay, because what I see lasts long enough that it doesn't matter, like this mother-pilot moment.Sometimes I get something better, like this stranger's spontaneous salute that seemed to sum up how we all felt about the day.
The rest? Essence shots. Memory joggers only.
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