Once I was standing in a graveyard on an early winter morning, brand new Hasselblad in my hand. The ground was covered with snow and unbeknownst to me the pavement covered with ice. I became aware of the ice when my feet lost grip and I ended up flat on my back... and a Hasselblad buried in my chest. Oh, how glad I was when I realized that the camera never hit the ground. Oh, how sad I was was I nursed a sore head, back, and bottom.
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