I always felt that the best relationships bring out the best in you. They challenge you to grow yet comfort you when you inevitably fail miserably. They also stay by your side through thick and thin and don't mind so much when you get angry at their quirks and then turn around and tell them how much you love them for their quirks.
And, so, I'm going to marry my camera.
Sometimes when I'm feeling sad or out of sorts, I'll pick up my camera and snap a few. Instant comfort and happiness. What could be better? OK, spooning would be nice. I don't think spooning with my camera would be very satisfying.
My camera goes with me most of the places that I go. And it likes the same people I like - always a plus. My camera is with me when I'm happy, sad, feeling rich, or feeling poor. Since it's not a film camera, it doesn't have the same drain on my wallet. Though, like any marital partner, it wants it's toys!
And my camera is quirky. Sometimes the flash won't go off or the lens won't focus quite right. It's a bit of age, I think, but I'll chalk it up to quirkiness. There are times I berate my camera for its misbehavior. But in hindsight, and looking at the results, sometimes my camera's quirkiness was a gift such as an unexpected result. And sometimes it forces me to let it rest while I do some first hand experiencing instead of just capturing.
And, so, this weekend, I think I'll propose. I wonder if a new filter will serve as a ring?