I recently lost two things important to me.
One of them was my hat. The green fishing hat is (was?) famous. More famous than I am at least. I had that hat for years. I don’t even remember where I got it from. And I know that many people were wondering “Why the hell doesn’t Skippy wash that hat. It’s got sweat stains on it.” Yes, I know it has stains. I did wash it. They didn’t come out. That’s how long I’d had the hat.
I was riding my bike and tucked the hat under the budgie cord on my cargo rack. Additionally I took a path I don’t normally take and it was a bumpy ride. A few miles later I realized I had lost the hat.
It was a sad day.
I considered going back to look for it. But it was hot. I was tired. And I thought about it. Maybe it was time for a change. I could get a new fishing hat. Little did I know . . .
. . . I’ll get back to that later.
That very same day I lost something else. My best friend. She asked a question. I answered honestly and desired to talk about things. She cried. She didn’t talk any more. She left. All done.
It was a sad day.
I considered going back for her. Emotions were hot. The path was bumpy She would have none of it. And I thought about it. Maybe it was time for a change. I could get a new best friend. Little did I know . . .
. . . I’ll get back to that later.
Right after these losses I started to find things.
I found an opportunity to photography and video weddings. I don’t know nothing ’bout photoing & videoing weddings so I get to learn something new.
I found another photography client. Just stumbled upon the opportunity while walking down a trail.
I found another photographer whom I just adore. I totally have a photographer-crush on her. That’s like a man-crush (which incidentally I’ve never had one of those) only on a photographer (regardless of gender). In fact – no joke at all – she just now (I mean right now) emailed me. Oh am I turning red and flustered. I want to shoot with her so much! Oh my god! *Squeal like a little girl.*
Okay. Regaining composure now.
And suddenly I feel inspired again to do things instead of feeling trapped by trappings. That’s as opposed to trappings that don’t trap right? That’s not to say my hat and my best friend were trapping me but as with all patterns they do make grooves and one can get stuck in a groove. Sometimes that’s a good thing. Those of you who have seen me shake my groove thing know just how awesome it is. Oh yea. Take photos and write home about it.
You have to have a hat. It keeps the sun out of your eyes. At least if it’s working right. You have to have a best friend. She keeps the bullshit out of your life. At least if she’s working right.
You lose something. You find something. Reminds me of the song Lost And Found by The Kinks. I love that song. The best version is on their live album The Road. I highly suggest you get a copy of that album.
And now . . . It is later.
Replacing a best friend is easy and hard at the same time.
It’s easy because there are 6 billion people (give or take) on the planet Earth. I don’t know for sure how many are on the other planets but since I don’t have a TARDIS they don’t count. (Oh and no, the new Doctor Who is not awesome. The new Doctor Who sucks balls. Please shut up about it.) Odds are I can find someone else out there cool enuf and funny enuf and happy enuf to make me smile, give me hugs and listen to my bitching.
It’s hard because when you trust someone and try to include her in your life a history is quickly built up. Inside jokes. Shared experiences. Starting to use each others lingo and phrases. There’s an overlap of mind, experience and attitude that quickly permeates deep inside. True story. Letting go of that and knowing that it will never be expanded upon is hard to do.
The fishing hat . . . much more difficult. Apparently my standards for hats are higher than my standards for best friends. Skippy needs your help. Yes you. Right there. You.
Does anyone know where I can find a super cool fishing hat like the one I use to have? If so please let me know. I’m feeling naked without it.
And anyone who sees me naked will never be my best friend.
And it will be a sad day.
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