A Girl and Her Lens: A Cautionary Tale

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In case you didn't already know, I'm rather accident-prone. Accidents find me out. It's not that I'm not careful...it's just that I seem to have this klutz-gene or is it something in my DNA that attracts mishaps to me like a duck to water. 

And so, my friends, I present you this cautionary tale.  It started innocently enough: I was going to capture the sunset front a vantage point over the Sound in Normandy Park, so I had my D80 carefully slung over my shoulder and tucked behind my back to keep it safe from swinging into anything. And then it happened: I bent down to pick up my snack bag of apples and before I could say "Oh golly!" my camera is careening to the pavement, a sickening shattering sound aaaand my heart in my throat! I am positively SICK!

I just know that my camera is gone. Ruined. Irreparable.

I picked up my camera and see that my UV filter is in pieces.  I need to get this off, but it's wedged on tightly. I finally, gingerly unscrew it and survey the damage.  Well, I tried to survey the damage, but there doesn't seem to be any. I. am. shocked. My UV filter is shattered, but my camera lens is perfect: just a little glass dust and one small shard of glass embedded in the plastic around the rim of my lens. Whew! THANK YOU, LORD! (and thank you little filter for your sacrifice!)

And here I thought this filter was just there to ward off small scratches and finger oils!