There are are certain things in this world that happen that make you long for a redo button on life, you know those things that every time you play the sequence of events over in the movie of your mind, you want to throw up from your toes.

Such was the case this past Sunday with a feature I was covering at Bridgeport lake. The shoot: local church of Runaway bay was holding service on the lake in boats, afterwards to come back to shore and do the Baptism thing. Every thing was going rather well, ten boats full of people all out in the beauty of nature on the lake,fair light for ten am, everyone having a good time.

I had decided to take a d3s with a 24mm in a waterbed, when I saw that we would be on slow moving houseboats, I went back got second d3s with new 70-200 on it, no water protection, can you say dumb ass?should have stayed with original gut feeling.

Finished the service, One camera in hand, one on floor (not the one with water bag) we turn to head to shore for the rest of the shoot, a hard left turn, in a blink of the eye my Beloved D3s was the first to receive the baptism.

Now the dark side of passion is, sometimes we react to situations very strongly, and most of the time, inappropriately. Yeah, It felt like the whole lake went quite as I shouted a “Goddammit” that could be heard from the next county. If there is a humorous part of this story, it was the look on my face, I’m sure, when the part of the fifty plus church members that surronded me, didn’t witness the act, but defiantly heard the reaction, one of which was the preacher who was right beside me, with that all I could say is “redo please.”

The next part had to look pretty funny, I was drying, blowing, rubbing this little black box, all at the same time trying to recompose myself in a somewhat professional manner, as we head to shore.

This is the first time ever that I just wanted to walk off from a shoot right in the middle, trying to comfort myself the whole time with the fact that all of my equipment is insured. I managed to pull it off, mainly due to this little four year old, who seemed so fascinated with not the whole lake, but just a little piece of it. That pretty much dried out my waterlogged memories, until I got home and found that these were the only pieces of equipment that had not been added to the Insurance. Talk about a major bummer!

Sunday is added to the one of those days category that I’m trying to drown out in hopes the positive will float to the top.