Sunday, February 28, 2010


My camera has tanked. Gone the way of the one which leapt to its death snapping and clicking in a parking lot in Westport Ireland. (See here.) This one was not so suicidal. Alas, it lingered, losing small parts of its ever-so-delicate self until the battery and film no longer nestled snugly together in their Fuji Finepix niche. P. and I have not had camera luck these past few years: three abandoned to their fate in Eire: in the aforementioned parking lot, another slipped from pocket to toilet, and one vanished in an Aran Islands woolen shop.

I'm adrift here without a camera.
At sea, blind and dumb.


  1. I had a suicidal camera who leapt to its death last year and broke its lensy little neck on my ceramic tile floor. My condolences.

  2. I know what you mean all too well, alas.

    Many sympathies.

    Love, C.

  3. My camera is handcuffed to my wrist. It ain't goin' nowhere!

  4. wow, so many suicidal cameras...

    i miss your pictures. hope you replace it soon.

    are you going to ireland again this summer? you'll need one for sure there.