I dropped my lens cap into the Savannah River today.
When I told Sean, he didn’t even blink. Without hesitation he responded, “That was coming.”
Isn’t he sweet?
I’d been working my way up the Riverwalk from St. Paul’s, taking pictures.
I stopped to get some shots of the river and that’s when my lens cap sprang out of my hand and fell into the water.
Unruffled (though I will admit to a curse word), I simply climbed down the rocks to the beach, took off my shoes and socks, waded into the river and snagged the floating bit of plastic.
Then I stayed and had lunch on the rocks while I waited for the lens cap and my feet to dry. I shared half my sandwich bread with the seagulls and little black ducks, and spent the remainder of my memory card snapping pictures of them as they converged on the crumbs.
