|Me and my trusty camera, the day before it died.|
Its final assignment, fittingly, was documenting the spawning salmon making their last valiant thrashings in Donkey Creek before they expired.
Here are some of the salmon, writhing and resting, then dying. That's what my camera did.
After faithfully capturing the salmon, my camera and I went to a little cafe near the creek and had lunch. Then we stepped out onto the deck to get a photo of the sun-splashed white sailboats in the harbor before heading home, and my camera had a seizure and died!
The lens shuddered and clicked and tried to go out, then clicked frantically and tried to go in, and ... it was awful! It's quite dead. I'm not getting a new one until the mourning process is over. It was like an extension of myself.
My final shot at Donkey Creek Park was this memorial bench with beautiful carvings of the salmon.
Rest in peace