The little A95 that took so many great pictures with me left us today. I don’t know what it’s motivation was, but I like to think it was in love with the sea and couldn’t be separated from it by a meager housing anymore. All I know is that I was taking some fantastic shots with it this morning for the first time this trip, when I got pummeled by a nice wave, the housing came out of my hands and I held on to the strap. I think the strap may have undone the clasp on the housing, and the faithful A95 tumbled free from the housing and headed for deeper water. I never did find it. So long little friend.
It was actually my Dad’s camera, so I need to find a replacement shortly.

