An empty Divisadero. At California.This is what a midweek-midnight looks like. More than often when riding home, from any direction, I ride alone. I don't live in the most popular streets. I don't live in the flattest areas, and you know what - I love it. Because I have moved around the city, and I have to love where I am. That is home.
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This week may perhaps be a good time to catch up with a ton of posts I have brainstormed and have been running around too much to sit down and do them.
So much running around, that a few days ago, my camera got tangled in my keys/caffeinatedhands/bracelets/idontknowwhat + I dropped it down.
and that hurt.
I didn't think that it would make it. Down it went, felt like minutes instead of seconds. Sunday, after not wanting to face it, I was finally able to transfer the photos to the computer and noticed there is a huge blur, consistent, in the bottom right corner in all of the photos.
Anyways no big deal, I am sending in for repair. (Insert sad face here)
I do believe in fixing and repairing things, I've had outstanding customer service with Cannon before, so let's see if that turns out okay. If not, then we will see.
I'll keep you all posted.