This is all that’s left of my 120CFN Holga camera.

In a moment of sheer stupidity, I left the Holga perched on the trunk of my car and drove home oblivious to it falling off, into the road and pulverized by traffic. By the time I realized what an astronomically stupid mistake I had made, the camera ceased to be. After 20 minutes of squinting into the night, the road illuminated only by the headlights of cars passing by, my boyfriend found the Holga lens and handed it to me. This is when I burst into tears.

I’m not an artistic, experienced or even talented photographer by any means, but I thoroughly enjoy taking photographs. I was especially distraught over losing a roll of 120 film which contained shots of my boyfriend and I taking his saluki to a local dog park. The weather was tolerably warm and the park was situated by a lake which provided fantastic photo opportunities of dogs frolicking in the water, the sun setting behind the trees.

Later this week I’ll finally pick up the Holga prints and find out whether a replacement is in order.

Lost with the Holga–a roll of ridiculously overpriced gaffer’s tape. I’m sure someone’s cardboard box will be kept in perfect shape. You’re welcome, hobo!