Now I am without a camera, I am struck by how dependent I am on having one. Blog photo opportunities keep leaping out at me and I am unable to do enything about them. This morning I baked a plum upside-down cake for morning tea guests and it cried out to be photographed, with a lovely dollop of chantilly cream at its side. This afternoon, the children and I walked to a friend's house and the gardens filled with early blossoms screamed "Photograph me! photograph me!"
This whole 'losing my belongings in the bottom of the lake' ordeal has shown me some gaping holes in my ethical position. I like to think of myself as someone who is prepared to live simply, to avoid purchasing unnecessary items, and who cares about the environment, but when I lost all my gear last weekI was jolly keen to replace the whole lot the next morning and bill it on my husband's credit card (my holiday cash supply and our joint credit card sank too).
In no sense do I need a brand new camera, or the new makeup I bought (just tinted sunscreen, mascara and lipgloss), or even, arguably, the bottom-of-the-range phone we bought to replace my previous bottom-of-the-range phone. Yet I have gone on like the barely disguised consumer I fear at the core I am and bought all these things (apart from the camera; that I hope to receive as a birthday present tomorrow.) I have arranged to get a new garage door remote and to have my automatic car door opener repaired. Talk about demanding instant gratification!
I am ashamed of myself, yet know that if the same thing happened again, I would probably respond in exactly the same way.
The distinction between 'needs' and 'wants' is an interesting and challenging one, isn't it?