This was my first opportunity to capture a picture of a rainbow with my Nikon. Standing on top of the mountain made it easy to see exactly where the rainbow touched down. It was merely a matter of running to the other side of the ridge.
Unfortunately upon arrival I discovered that the elusive end of the rainbow had moved and the mythical pot of gold would remain beyond my grasp.
My camera has never been the same since my tumble on it late this summer. Just the other day I discovered that my camera now had a very distinctive rattle to it. My daughter Rocky had some news to share with me this morning:
'Hey mom, you know that shaking noise from your camera? I have good news, it doesn't affect the pictures. Its probably just something from your lense that broke bent when you fell and finally broke off!'
Yeah, its just something that broke off of my lense, great news! Thanks sweetie. I feel better already!