Saturday, February 19, 2011


I brought the broken camera to the car park to do a kind of rickety cycling exploration. Twas there the camera met its end, when I deftly dropped it from my torn coat pocket. It no longer takes photos or videos, but there are signs of life, so hopefully this is not the end...

I nearly tumbled off the bike at least three times while doing this.

The noise at the start is the sound of someone using, I think, a chainsaw in the estate beside the car park. It seemed pretty apt.

Some photographs also:

I really really hope I can get the thing working again, I love it so. But I got some nice stuff with it in its short lifetime so there's that at least.