As many of you know, I don’t travel far without my camera. It follows me around everywhere. And when I don’t have a camera in my hands, I like to pretend I do; hence this look: (Thanks, Derek.)
Ok, ok, moving on. So, flash forward to Paris (I know, right?) We’re standing underneath the Eiffel Tower, and this is the last moment I remember having my lens cap:
After that… gone. No clue where, just not anywhere on me, or in any of my bags, or pockets, or anywhere else as far as I can see. I figure I probably dropped it and it rolled away. I am a little bummed, but heck, I’m in Paris. Oh well.
So, we go along our merry way and we’re here: (That’s Bruges, by the way)
We’re in our hostel and what should fall out of one of Autumn’s bags but my lens cap! Having been reunited with my lens cap I was full of joy.
We continue on our trip… enter Brussels.
I swear I checked my bag at least 4 times, no lens cap. The next day in the airport, going through security, look who decided to show up… yep, my lens cap.
My lens cap has stayed put for a while now, well, until last week during a trip to our local Frisko Freeze.
It went AWOL. Ben borrowed my camera, he swears he handed me the lens cap, I had no such memory of the event (not that unusual, though).
Today, on my lunch break, I was out in my car, and look who rolled out from underneath my seat.
Dear Lens Cap, I know you will never leave me. You may stray temporarily, but I know you will always come back to me, because you love me.