I'm in mourning.
I killed a Holga.
Inadvertently.
It was my first one.
All broken in and light leaks found and stopped up.
I had put it in a canvas bag on top of some clothes. It must have fallen out when I took the bag out of the car. I heard something and felt something hit my leg, but I couldn't find what had fallen out. We looked around and under the car. All over.
Then a few days later, I'm walking back from the park, and I see a Holga carcass. I thought - "Poor Holga! How could someone be so negligent with such a yummy camera?!" All self-satisfied, knowing my 3 were safe and warm, at home, in one piece.
OR SO I THOUGHT!!!!!!!
When I was gathering my Holgas for the Halloween wedding. I couldn't find one. Aaargh! I serached high and low. I shook out the skirt that I thought was wrapped around the Holga. No lovely little plastic fantastic came tumbling out.
Then after the wedding hubbub subsided, I embarked on a mission to find my lost Holga. To no avail.
Then in started to dawn on me - that poor run-over Holga, that died such a violent and undeserving death at the wheel of a car- was MINE.
RIP first Holga. (sniff)
ROADKILL. (sob)
Megan
"Oh, what can you do when she's dressed in black..."