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.