Last day.
Clear, cool, and crisp in the early morning.
Sky is utterly without cloud. Not so much as the faintest wisp on any horizon, in any direction.
Desert sky.
I’ve decided not to take any more pictures.
Poor old camera isn’t up to it, and being relieved of the duty isn’t such a bad idea, anyway.
So I’ll take all in, through the pores of my skin, for one last day, and let that be that.
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End notes:
I got Newt's hard drive back home with me, safe and sound, and was able to cause it to yield up all of the irreplaceables that he had entrusted to it, and get it all back to him. The data arrived on his end safe and sound, on a small external drive that I mailed back to him, whereupon he copied it all to his new Windows machine, which, as of last I've heard, he's still quite happy with. Tra la la.
My camera, on the other hand, was not so fortunate, and despite the best efforts of myself and the nice people at Southern Photo, the debris that got inside of it (I will be very much more careful about lens changes from now until the end of my days) remained and continued to find its way onto the detector, and so I reluctantly parted company with it, gave it to a dear friend who should be able to get excellent use of it despite its condition, and got myself a nice new D3100 as a replacement. Lisa gave the old D40 to me as a gift, and I feel like I parted company with just a microscopic bit of her when I parted with the camera, but she tells me not to worry about such foolishness, and so I shall not.
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