drifted back to my mate Bengt, he loved a good landscape as much as I
do. His expression would have been something like this.
| I had a quiet word to
him, told him I hoped he was seeing this from wherever he is. And then
the weirdest coincidence occurred. I bumped my lens, dislodged the
lenscap and it fell off my camera onto the ground. This may not seem
unusual to the casual reader but my lenscap hardly ever dislodges. But
Bengt's lenscap would come off on a regular basis, couple of times a day guaranteed.
Once, I decended
from a treetops skywalk to a creek below us in the Daintree NP while Bengt
waited above to mark the spot where his lenscap fell. While down there, I found his Nikon
lenscap and two other identical Nikon lenscaps which I collected for
his camera as spares.
Coincidence, certainly! But I'll let my imagination tell me it is him sending me a message that he's here in spirit!