Out with the old....

So I didn't mention the tragedy that took place on the mountain while snowboarding a few posts back.

...It wasn't when I collided head-on with Matt, knocking him to the ground and dragging my shin across the edge of his board in the process. Or the many spills I took after not riding in two years. Nope.....

It was when my beloved camera, the one that has gotten me through the past four years, and the one that I've taken most, if not ALL of my best pictures with, up and stopped working. Mid-mountain.

I sat in the snow for ten minutes, pressing buttons... Perplexed. I mean, this thing was a brick. It had been through far worse that a little snow on the surface.

So yeah, maybe its four-year-old technology, size and weight basically likened it to Zack Morris's cell phone. But I'm a loyal and stubborn, and damnit... This camera took THE best, most consistent photos. And she is now laid to rest.

...Now I may be loyal, but I'm also addicted to all things shiny and new. It took about 24 hours before she was replaced because me without a camera might as well be me without lungs. (Dramatic? No....)

Check out my new toy!......Perhaps I move on rather quickly. But isn't she pretty??