I’m just starting this Blog and have a good deal of work to do to make it right. But I’ve been handed another problem.
What? you say. But you’re so efficient and clever. A problem solver and all that.
True, and I have a tentative solution.
But today, I come to you with a heavy heart. For this day, we must mourn the passing of my Canon PowerShot Pro 1.
Ironically, the trouble began as I was testing the camera to see whether it would be suitable for taking pictures for cookingwithmarty.com. And I had concluded that I would not replace it, at least not right away.
Gray Johnson, one of my cats, had different ideas.
Here at the Hub of Western Civilization, an IKEA shelf sits next to my computer. Gray likes to sit in the empty bottom shelf. He also likes attention. So he’ll come over and demand petting while I’m sitting at the computer. Such was the case two days ago. And so the scene was laid.
The conflict arose when Gray, walking out of the shelf to start his circling pet-me-now motion, managed to get his cat neck caught in the people-oriented neckstrap of the camera. As you might imagine, Gray panicked and began to run. He ran out of the room. The camera trailed behind, and I heard and saw a loud THWAK as its body hit the doorframe. Gray continued running across the hall and into the living room, and again I heard and saw THWAK as the camera encountered its second door facing. A third THWAK from the TV stand. Finally, Gray managed to extricate himself, and he lit out for the territories (read: hid for hours under my bed).
The camera lay twenty or so feet from its previous position. Its cause of death was severe blunt force trauma.
Let us then pause for a moment and reflect on the Canon PowerShot Pro 1. Bless its heart, it was old and slow-focusing and only capable of eight megapixel resolution. But it was a good camera, and it served its purpose well in its day.
And that’s why you may be seeing a bunch of pictures taken with friends’ cameras and with my iPhone for a while.
I blame the cat.