It looked like rain again Sunday, but with a newfound knowledge of what water does to cameras, I did not bring my Canon along for the run yesterday afternoon.
My Canon PowerShot, a trusty little point-and-shoot camera, has survived a "near-drowning" event in last week's deluge. I took it for a run in the rain, for those of you just tuning in.
After a four-day period of intensive care, its guts laid out on a table and its body hanging by its drawstring from a doorknob, the camera lives to take pictures another day. When I turned it on Sunday morning, it thought it was 2005, the year it was born. But other than that, the camera was back to its old self.
And on an even brighter note, it seems to have gotten a good cleaning. I scrubbed the camera with a cloth and sprayed canned air on it in hopes that the water would dry up faster. It did, and it took the dust with it.
Yesterday afternoon, when I went for a run and it looked like rain, I did not take my camera.
2 comments:
Thank goodness you didn't do what my husband once did -- put his wet camera in the toaster oven.
I am not making that up.
And was the toaster oven OK in all this?
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