I had a bit of a mishap this evening.
I had been taking some pictures and set my camera and flash down at the top of the stairs. I set it down on something soft thinking I would be protecting it from the floor, but apparently, it wasn't a very stable surface.
Just like a scene out of a cartoon, the camera fell over and started bouncing down the stairs. It looked like it would stop after a couple, but no! It continued bouncing down nine steps to the landing. It had to stop now, right? Nope. It somehow defied the laws of physics and went around the corner and down four more steps to the basement floor.
At this point, I was lying down at the top of the stairs and thought that I would just lie there for a bit and cry a little. Tears didn't come, so I figured I needed to get up and go view the carnage. I slowly made my way to the landing and was afraid of what I would see when I looked around the corner. It was actually much better than I thought it would be.
Most of my flash was no longer connected to my camera. As you can see from the image above, the flash was ripped off the base with the screws still attached to the flash. The camera and lens were a little scuffed but appeared to be undamaged. Even the lens hood was still attached!
Both the camera and flash still turn on and work. I won't know if every feature works until I put the camera through its paces. My husband thinks he might be able to fix the flash, otherwise, I will have to find a new one.
Never a dull moment in my world.
