For the past 5, 6 months I’ve been buried in work.
The pressure has been too intense and, for the very first time in my life, I felt I was on the verge of something bad, both physically and emotionally.
I sing. From the moment I arrive at work, to the moment I leave, I sing all day long. I usually make up my own lyrics mainly about a sexy country girl who meets a handsome city man but… for the last 6 months, a negative attitude and bad humor have replaced singing.
Sheer physical and emotional exhaustion.
I wake up in the morning, take a pill to keep my blood pressure under control and off I go… but I’ve reached the limit. My health was deteriorating and the work I had in hands didn’t allow any breading space.
On the other hand having also to cut down on coffee and cigarettes just added an extra layer of stress.
Well… enough with the bad stuff. I’m now enjoying my second week off and, last Wednesday, I’ve experienced the most perfect afternoon I could wish for.
Late afternoon, I had just arrived to the beach and all of the sudden a thick, heavy fog came down from the cliffs right behind the beach, turning a golden late afternoon into this grey, cloudy and cold Ocean view.
The beach got deserted very fast which was great!
My son and his friend were enjoying the Ocean and I was absolutely happy for having the perfect weather, the perfect situation and the perfect camera with me. Usually I don’t take pictures during the Summer, specially on the Beach but, that day, the whole scenario was visually stimulating.
I was saving my last frames to capture the opening of the net and the fish but… my sweet baby, my little princess, the Ricoh GR1s died. Had a battery on me, changed it on the spot but… she died.
I love my cameras. Many came and went while others were love at first feel.
This was the last shot from my baby.
Please forgive my rusty English.