Today was the day. Definitely. Returned to sender day. After about seventeen (okay maybe not that many, but a lot) of phone calls between myself and our local 'reliable' camera/phone/electrical shop I finally got my baby back into my hot little hands.
You see on the 28th of January I took my poor, yet beloved, Canon EOS 30D into said shop and asked if they do professional cleaning. My photos were coming out incredibly dirty, not even a bit of stuff on the lens, more like an entire possum family had taken up residence inside the camera and were depositing bits of fur and gunk all over the show. Yukky. With a wedding coming up I knew I had to act fast. Three weeks they said. Hmm I think, ok it's either that or wait until I'm going to Melbourne next to go to a place that does it on the spot, which would be after three weeks anyway. I hand over my baby.
Four weeks comes and goes with no response from camera/phone/electrical shop. Turns out it's three weeks before they even get a response as to whether they will be able to do the job or not! Then finally this week they said it would be ready Wednesday, no Thursday, definitely Thursday. I picked her (him?) up this morning and all is well in my little world again. Phew.
I can't begin to describe how
naked and lost I felt without my camera. It was so weird. Everywhere I turned I was like 'Oh no...no camera...hmmm' Really made me realise how much I rely on my photography as a creative outlet, as I have been feeling
totally drained and in a rut. It has definitely made me feel better about the fact I often feel guilty I don't shoot enough - I see now I actually do, and I won't take having a lovely camera at hand for granted any more. Promise.
Welcome home baby :)
{ images by Emma Durkin for Cinderella at Brindabella }