Over break, my family spent a day in Chicago together.
While we were out, I had a very heart-stopping incident.
Long story short, I thought the lens of my camera shattered.
My father, who happens to have an extensive background in photography, was able to tell that it was actually just the lens filter and alleviated the instant nausea I felt when I saw the cracked glass. My father, obviously also slightly horrified by the turn of events, was there with me when I was testing to see if the camera was still able to focus. His face is perfect. Sorry, Dad.
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