When I was going to college there was no such thing as a digital camera.

The camera was still a chemical affair – exposing a treated “film” to a glint of light through a lens and then a complicated chemical process of developing the film.

My college was a wonderful place, with tall trees lining sidewalks, blue skies everyday, and finely manicured green grass.

Naturally, I would want to chronicle such a splendid time and place.

As a kid, I never had much money, so any possession was the BEST possession because I worked hard to get it and whatever it was, it was a true sacrifice.

And so it was with my new camera.

This wasn’t just any camera. It was a Kodak Disk Camera, which was the newest hottest thing in the camera world at that time. At least for cheapo-kids it was the newest hottest camera thing.

I thought I was the bees-knees with this thing.

So much so, that I can remember CLEARLY the very first day I had the darned thing.

I walked to school – a chilly fall morning and along the way, I picked up a good college friend, who if memory serves me was Boo Boo Hahn.

I was going on and on about my new disk camera and at one point we were just standing on the sidewalk talking and I was showing him my camera.

And then a bird crapped on the shoulder of my coat.

Not your normal tiny baby wren or sparrow crap.

No. This was more of an industrial age, nuclear mutant, large bird, bucket load of crap in full color.

I look at Boo Boo.

Boo Boo looks at me.

Boo Boo says – “Hey Winter, mind if I take a picture?”

Timing is everything.

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