This is the camera I bought before Christmas to replace the last camera I lost (which later turned out to have been on the allotment for several months - I still don't know who found it and hung it on the gate).
The lost-on-the-allotment camera was bought to replace one I dropped in the sea, which was itself bought to replace one I, er, dropped in the sea.
So I don't exactly have a good track record with cameras.
I think my problem is that I use them. I buy small, pocket sized cameras and take them everywhere. I carry them round the house, take them into the garden, on day trips to the seaside, when I'm running, to cafes, pubs and farms. My camera is always in an accessible pocket, and never in a protective case. I take a lot of photographs, mostly of nothing in particular, and most of which I delete straight away.
So having lost my latest camera I feel rather bereft. Yes, I have a camera on my phone, and yes, on a sunny day in good light it can take an acceptable picture. But it's not easy to use, and I've barely taken any photographs at all for the last two weeks. And somehow not having any pictures makes me not want to write.
It's funny, this business of documenting a life. I've done it for years now - on various forums and then my own blogs - and I do go through phases in how much I post. On forums I post irrelevant chit chat, natter about everyday nonsense and life events, and hardly think at all before posting.
Here, however, and on my two previous blogs, I always stop and think first. I feel like I have to write something significant (although I rarely do), and that sometimes leads to me posting nothing at all.
I always wanted to create an online space that was the kind of space I would want to visit myself. That might sound daft, but when I read other people's blogs, I look for a sense of being invited into their homes, their gardens, their lives, and I'm drawn to people I'd feel comfortable having a cup of tea with. I want people to feel like that when they peek into my little world too.
I think I've come close to that at various times in the past, but I'm still feeling my way in this new space, and I don't quite feel comfortable here myself yet.
I left my cheerful living adventure (just physically, not in spirit of course) because I fancied a change. I like to learn new things, and having had both blogger and wordpress blogs in the past, this time I've opted for weebly. There's more room here, and the blog editor is much easier to use - but still when I comment on other people's blogs I have to use my old name. I suppose this is a hazard of switching identity too often... Perhaps I should have read what they say about keeping a consistent online presence...
Anyway, any guesses where my camera might be? The last time I saw it was in my dressing gown pocket - I'm sure I put it with my phone on the dresser in the bedroom to bring downstairs, but after that.... who knows? And of course things are so transient in this house at the minute that there's no hope of it still being where it was.
So all suggestions are welcome, however wacky. I promise I'll check each and every place you suggest.
There's a prize in it if you suggest somewhere that helps me find it...