The internal conflict going on in my heart is almost too much to bare. Am I happy? Am I sad? Am I losing an old friend, or is this the beginning of a beautiful relationship? I don’t know. All I know is my camera arrived this afternoon. My Olympus’ journey has come to an end. First, his replacement:
This is Finepix. We are just now getting acquainted. I don’t know much about him, and I have a feeling he could care less about me, considering he hasn’t taken many clear pictures yet. He’s so much more complex than Olympus. He’s temperamental in a way that I have never known a camera. Maybe I’m just not experienced enough to handle him just yet. I have a feeling, though, that this might be the beginning of a beautiful relationship. We just have to get better acquainted.
Olympus…What can I say about you? You were my first good camera. You were my first digital. We took a lot of nice pictures together. Hey, in your day you were the best! The top of the line…But you’ve gotten old, and a little broken. Yes, I know it’s my fault! I know I dropped you one to many times! I know I let little hands get a hold of you. For that I am deeply sorry. Don’t think of this as goodbye, though. I’ll always keep you in a special part of my closet. So now, dear Olympus, it is time to rest. You have had a long life, and you deserve it. In your honor, we (Finepix and I) have taken your picture for the first time, and, for the last…
Goodbye, old friend.
December 2001-December 2005