The Day My Camera Was Murdered.

So this cute munchkin here...His name is Pasha. He was two at the time and had the most energy I have ever witnessed in a child. Basically in the history of children. 

On this fateful day we had scooped up Bibi Yadee a local clothing designer to take some shots of her latest and greatest. We drove around Pullman looking for the best place to take photos where the background was neither distracting nor boring. We soon found this cute little gazebo like structure behind one of the buildings and set up. About a third of the way through the shoot I placed my Camera on the grass so I could adjust the models clothing. Meanwhile Pasha who was carrying around a small bottle of juice not only decided that he was thirsty, but that my camera must be as well. 

In the split second between the time I saw him racing towards my camera with his drink in hand and my gut telling me that I had fucked up... It was too late. My cameras thirst had been quenched and Pasha sat next to it to continue enjoying the sunshine.