One thing I was determined to do when we visited Camden this time: take pictures. Even though I did take pictures when we honeymooned there, it's quite the sad story about that. While I wasn't a fabulous photographer, I could still manage to capture the shots I wanted. There was the picture of the sunrise over the Atlantic Ocean. The picture of the skunk that wandered in front of us while we sat by the bay. Pictures of the room we honeymooned in. Nothing amazing, but still. They were pictures of The Honeymoon.
Of course, back then there were no digital cameras, so I trusted on my 35mm camera to pull through. The camera pulled through. That first roll of film, however, did not. When I got the film back from the developers--film that was given to us by family in an effort to save us the trouble of having to go buy it--I learned that it had been exposed not once, but twice before. We did have pictures from the second half of the trip, but not of our first few days in Camden.
Being newlywed, twenty-one, and still recovering from the shock of realizing I'd have to do my own laundry for the rest of my life, my first recourse was to cry my little eyes out. Eventually, I recovered, and it became a story I got a kick out of telling melodramatically. Everyone loves a good "I lost my honeymoon photos" story.
Fast forward ten years, and my trusty digital camera made sure that this time I wouldn't be leaving Camden without pictures. Sure, when I was there before, it was July and so the scenery was a little different. But lucky me, Camden is highly picturesque in the winter.
I just love that little village.