Luck

This morning, I found myself in the middle of Dia de Revolucion fiestas. It’s a photographic pleasure. :)

In the middle of trying to switch lenses and capture an adorable kid with a fake mustache… I managed to poke myself in the eye with my camera.

My left contact popped out. I saw it fly into the air… But had no idea where it landed. I was, after all, in the middle if a parade.

I decided to head home, and count my blessings that I remembered my glasses… (note: I have hard contacts, so switching to glasses makes my google-y eyed.)

I decided, for good measure, to comb through my camera bag back at my posada.

MY CONTACT WAS AT THE BOTTOM OF MY BAG.

And icing on the cake: my last shot turned out.

Viva la revolucion!