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!