Rachel Carr

[Fancy hotel bathrooms with clean walls and mirrors always make me want to take self portraits.] I love my camera. The top panel keeps falling off at the moment, but I think I might actually love it more than ever once it's wrapped in masking tape. I borrowed it repeatedly from its previous owner until she sold it to me cheaply when she upgraded. I conveniently sprained one ankle and fractured the other a few days later, so I had plenty of time to lay down with both ankles elevated and read the manual from cover to cover. I took a frightening number of photos of my swollen feet to test out every setting. Since then I've bought several new Powershot-sized handbags so I never have to go cameraless—it gets a lot of use and takes a fair battering. It doesn't have an official name, but I do sometimes pet it and call it "poor thing".

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