She placed the heavy camera in her purse, thinking it was safe. Safe enough. The day was promising. The farmer's market with peach/rosemary lemonade alone would make for a perfect day. Just the two of them would be heading out without protestation or complaint from the 5 little offspring. And then a THUD! Glancing up from slipping on her shoes, her purse was now on the floor with the contents oozing out across the hotel room carpet. Brief inspection showed no damage, and she hastily swept the spilled items back where they belonged. They rushed out the door to commandeer the day.
Arriving at the lemonade stand with the most organic-free-range-all-natural-lover type of people shopping this quaint farmer's market like bees in a beehive, the woman grabbed the weighty capturing contraption to snatch some shots and groaned as she removed the lens cap to see the whole thing cracked. First thought, I hate to miss this romantic lemonade sign. Second thought, Is it my lens actually cracked? Hardly bothering to take in the rest of the outdoor shopping experience because of the possibility there would be no more photos, they returned to the car, disconsolate and 3 (or was it 4?) peach/rosemary lemonades more full. She twisted and twisted until her hands had red lines across her palms. With a sudden serge of anger, which she channeled into one last twist of the filter, she was able to pry it off to discover, indeed, it was just the filter.
At least an easier replacement.