Poor Bertha

 

Wow!  Two posts in one day.  And what is the occasion you ask?  Well, my stupidity to be honest.  It’s spring break week, the campus is quiet, the weather is starting to change for the better.  I can smell those little green buds in the air.  It was misty, icy, and murky for  most of the day which inspired me to go out at lunchtime to snap some pics with my D60.  I got some great images of trees in front of Colgate, and around the campus proper. ( Bear with me, the stupidity part is on the way… ) 

 

 

Trees in front of Colgate

Tree outside of Burpee

 

     I was so inspired by this lunchtime tree – whispering, that I decided to get in some more camera time after work.  Ever since I moved, there have been many scenes I’ve wanted to try and capture, but there just hasn’t ever been the time.   My eyes always glimpse the money shots whilst on my way to campus in the morning.  But not today!  I aimed to knock the universe on its keester and press my D60′s shutter release until the sun set.  I flew out of my basement office @ 4:30 and headed for Pleasant Lake to try and catch the fog rolling over the trees, and maybe some open spots on the ice.  Nothing of interest materialized.  So I decided to travel down the road a bit further.  Hall Farm Rd.  I took the turn nice and easy, then…  Smash!  Crash!  I thought for sure I had been hit from behind.  I stopped and turned around to see the 32 inch Sony television a friend had given me over the weekend poking through two of my Volvo’s windows.  Both windows were completely spidered.  Crackling.  The sound of crackling was all I heard, but luckily the windows didn’t implode.  Please!  No flying glass…..  I drove a bit down the road, pulled off to the side, got out of the car.  ( In case you aren’t clear, we’ve now reached Stupid Central. )  I  hopped into the backseat thinking that I could perhaps pull the TV back towards me enough so it’s two corners were no longer sticking out of the tailgate and side windows.  No such luck.  Man those windows have teeth!  So I turned the car around and ambled home.  Very slowly. 

 

Soon after my arrival, the building manager, Gary, came out.  He saw me snapping pictures of my car’s backend and thought I had been in an accident.  “Are you okay?” he asked.  “Were you in an accident?  I saw you taking pictures, there.”  I started laughing.  What else could I do?  “Well, no.  I haven’t been in an accident.  Exactly.”  He stepped down off the porch, cigarette hanging out of his mouth.  “Geez, kid,” he exlaimed.  “When you do something, you really do it.  Don’t you?!”  Well, yeah.  I don’t do anything halfway.  And I’m convinced that only crazy crap like this happens to me.  It’s been awhile though.  So I guess the Universe decided today was the day to remind me I hadn’t been forgotten.  It’s now 9:22 PM, and I’m still laughing.  What’s done is done so there’s no point in me being upset or angry.  And really.  It is pretty funny.  Especially when one looks at the pictures.  It’ every Brit Com rolled into one. Poor, good, strong, dependable Bertha.  Good thing there’s a junk yard about 10 miles down the road.  And good thing spring is around the corner.   I’ll ride around with black garbage bags covering the busted windows as long as I can.  I’ve got a plane ticket to Vienna on my mind.