I am reposting this post from 2009. It is good to remember in 2020 that my creativity is not dependent on other people liking what I do or brands of devices or cameras or paints. Creativity wakes up with me every morning and asks a 75-year-old in quarantine during a pandemic, “What shall we do today?” Today, I am going to be kind by trying to tell the truth even though people aren’t crazy about this part of me. Just sayin’.
I lost my “good camera” in NYC this weekend (Good equals $2500) and then found it six hours later.
In between 5 AM when I woke up and realized it was gone and 11:40AM when the shop I’d been in the day before called to say it was there in the dressing room, I did the only thing that calmed me down.
I took photos with my point and shoot camera that fits in my palm like a slippery credit card.
It can’t do 75% of what the other camera and my lenses can do so I only use it for situations where I need portability more than choices.
I took pictures out the bedroom window of the street below: Second Avenue and East 82nd Street
I found new settings for this camera that I’d never used before because the pit in my stomach was coding intermittently, “This is going to be your “good” camera from now on, dunderhead.”
I heard Tim Gunn’s voice of Thursday night’s first episode of the long-delayed fifth season, “Project Runway” saying…..(and all of you PR fans know what I’m going to say)…..”Make it work, Pat. Just make it work.”
Finger snap snap snap.
(Yes, I watch it! And, I don’t want to hear one word about it either!! I’ve loved it from the beginning.)
I tried harder to photograph Second Avenue than I’ve tried with almost any subject of recent memory.
I shot it with all the different white balances available on the camera: daylight, tungsten, bulb, cloudy, daylight. Shot the same shot with three different exposures and all those white balance choices. I kept shooting and in the process calmed down. Was it a masterpiece? No, but it just trying that provided the peace.
By the time my cousin got up and came in with coffee, I calmly told her the situation. The look of horror on her face reflected mine an hour earlier when I’d realized the loss.
“An hour had gone by along with forty shots of Second Avenue from point and shoot camera before I realized it was only a camera I’d lost, not my creativity.”
But, that high falutin’ realization did not prevent me from breaking into tears and a happy dance when the store called to say, “We have your camera!”
I am looking at this “Point and Shoot” with a newfound respect, I can tell you that.
Lost then Found and since I had bought a pair of pajamas in the store, they almost became a 2500 dollar pair of pajamas.
Instead, Miss Dunderhead now has two old “good” cameras.
One as slippery as an eel.
©Pat Coakley 2009
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