We get attached to things. Cars, bicycles, rifles, houses, cameras, and on and on.
I boxed up an old camera tonight. Happy to see it going to where it might be used again.
But as I held it for the last time, it was a letting go. I held it up one last time and looked through the viewfinder. I thought of all the miles and days that camera traveled. When I took it to Korea, I was committed to carrying it with me all the time. It went everywhere with me for a couple of months. In Japan, I could lock it up in the squadron area, but I had it with me most of the time.
After I got home, it went to the beach a couple of hundred times. It chronicled births, birthday parties, funerals, Christmases, camp outs, and all the days in between. There are thousands of prints and slides semi-organized and now awaiting the scanner.
This was taken looking out from Elliot's Beach. It's on the far end of Parris Island. Probably about 1984.