Sweet, sweet M!

Look what my sweet man bought for me yesterday!



Isn't she lovely? She doesn't have a name yet, but we don't know each other very well. I already love her though.

Why did my sweet man buy her for me? Well, years (and years) ago I had an old school Canon Rebel (you know, the kind that used FILM). Her name was Leona. One night, way back when I was in college (again, back in the old days when no one had a laptop), I had a HUGE report due on something that I'm sure I didn't care about and had spent a long boring afternoon at the library. I love libraries, don't get me wrong, but this was something I was clearly not interested in. Anyway, I brought home a stack of books from the library (pre-internet we actually had to look stuff up in books!) . that I had to cart in from my car. Leona was in her case behind the driver's seat. My hands were too full to carry her, so I left her, planning to come back for her. I got into my room, plopped my books down and my phone rang (corded! man, I'm old), and it was a boy! A boy I liked. A lot. He was so good looking it was almost sinful. Too bad he later turned out to be a jerk. Isn't that always the way? After about a 2 hour conversation (lots of flirting) I got busy working on my paper, and forgot all about poor sweet Leona.

That night, half the cars in the lot were broken into including mine. They broke my window, swiped my radio AND Leona (she was in her case with the 3 extra lenses I had for her). I was heartbroken. Leona and I had spent many hours together, photographing interesting stuff and occasionally getting high off the processing chemicals. Man, I love the smell of b&w developing chemicals.

Leona was never replaced and for years and years, I bemoaned the lack of a really good camera. So many beautiful photos passed me by with my little point and shoot. I could have replaced her, but didn't want to spend the money. See, if it had been (I shudder to even type this) shoes (OMG, can you imagine?) or a handbag, I would have replaced it immediately (after wearing black for a few weeks to mourn my loss of course), but electronics? Not so much.

M knew how badly I wanted a new camera. I mean really, how could he not? What with the drooling and sad longing looks and deep heaving sighs every time we passed a camera store. Queen of subtlety. That is me. He's been saving up (bless his heart) and finally had enough to buy me my lovely new toy. Wasn't that crazy sweet of him? Sometimes he amazes me.

Once I figure out how to use her (the manual is thicker than some textbooks I've seen), and we've gotten to know each other, be on the look out for some awesome pics.