Baby J dropped my M9.
…And I’ve actually never been happier.
I was shooting the picture above on one of my film cameras, when I heard this “clak” behind me. I took the shot, then turned around to see that Baby J had opened up my velcro bag, and was excitedly dragging my M9 behind her.
She had this big, broad smile across her face, and was excitedly running towards me, saying “Da-yee! Da-yee!” as she brought my camera to me.
(First of all, I shrieked like a school girl about nine octaves above my vocal register…)
Then, I just started laughing.
I wish I had been smart enough to point the camera I was holding at her, and snap a picture of the scene; but I probably would not have been able to focus properly anyway…
There was something completely surreal about that camera bouncing across the gravel toward me as she ran.
I’ll never forget the grin on her face.
She still had the strap in her hand when I made it to her, and she proudly handed it up to me.
My heart kind of fell…but I picked up her, then the camera.
She got a big, sloppy smooch…I just couldn’t be mad. I shouldn’t have left the bag on the ground anyway.
Miraculously, the lens was somehow completely pristine.
The top and back of the body was not so lucky; two large, long gashes, and some paint loss here and there…perfect only moments before.
But as I held it in my hand, I realized how much more valuable it was to me at that moment…I will always remember the story of those scratches.
And for the first time, I cared more about the priceless photos it will take, than how it may fare along the way.
If it lasts long enough, hopefully I’ll be able to hand it to her one day, and tell her the story of the two long gashes…