But some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend. Legend became myth. And for two and a half years, the camera passed out of all knowledge.
But it turned up again in the summer of 2012, during cleaning and reorganization of Rebecca's garage, and, within only a few months, I took it to the Santa Cruz Avenue Walgreen's for developing. (I hesitated because I did not believe anyone was still developing film). Anyhow, below are a few pix from the kayaking trip. Memories of the great beauty of the place, of its incredibly still waters, a giant walled inlet of the violent Tasmanian Sea, of high peaks and glaciers towering above, of changing from street clothes into a wet suit, outdoors, on the beach, in a cloud of sand flies, still haunt me.
Milford Sound, Mitre Peak, etc. |
Looking back to the interior |
Us, kayaking; I remember asking the guide whether this might be a good place to set my altimeter, and his replying, straight-faced South Islander, that yes, we were indeed at about mean-tide |
The waterfall; we had just seen Sutherland Falls and so were not all that impressed |
Up closer |
So what do you do with a few remaining frames from a four year old disposable camera? That's right, take pix of your current abode... |
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