My very own epic fails, part 2

Sometimes I can really crack myself up. Especially when it comes to making dumb mistakes, like these:

Walking on, walking on broken glass.

I was working at a summer camp as a videographer. A task I had one day was bringing an expensive projector (in a large protective case) to another location, and using a pick-up truck to do so. No problem. Should be easy enough. We put the projector in the bed of the truck, shifted into gear, and began moving forward. THUMP! Well, it’s smart to actually close the tailgate, especially when you’re going up hill. The projector slid out the back of the truck, landing on the pavement. Even though I thought the case was good enough to protect it’s contents, I was wrong. The fragile lens of the projector shattered on impact.

Like a small boat on the ocean, sending big waves into motion.

There was a boat. There was an ocean. And the problem was when a Sony video camera I had fell off one and landed in the other. Who knew setting the camera on the back of the boat was a bad idea? Not me!

’cause your lips are movin’.

I had wrapped up a beautiful day of recording a wedding, a reception, and the special moments that lead up to the once-in-a-lifetime event. The couple were friends of mine so I was happy and honored to be hired as the videographer. For obvious reasons, this day was special, but even more so because some family members had flown in from overseas to witness the wedding ceremony. They hadn’t seen the groom in years and may not see him again after the wedding for very long time. Part of my wedding routine was to hook up a microphone to my camera and have guests offer up messages to the bride and groom; little tidbits, thoughts, nuggets of wisdom the couple would watch later and appreciate from their loved ones and friends. Now, because there were these special guests from another country, I knew recording their messages was a must. At the end of the day, I was very happy with my work. But then… my world came crashing down!

You know how some pieces of equipment have a start/stop button? The microphone I used had one of these, and I even had headphones I was using. But for whatever reason I didn’t use the headphones for the interviews with the overseas family, and of course when I went to listen to their messages that night… NO AUDIO!! I forgot to switch the microphone on before they started talking.

I can be a real piece of work sometimes!

-Out of the Wilderness

 

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I’ve only done this 3 times…ever

I’m so proud of myself for trying this little wakeboard trick. Physically it’s not difficult, but the biggest challenges are mental: A fear of biting it hard by catching an edge, and secondly, having your back to the boat. But on this particular day, it worked out and there was a camera rolling!

Wild manta rays off Florida coast

The “Salt Life” stickers I often see are a good reminder of how much I love the ocean. We all need a little salt water therapy now and again, right? I recently spent time on the coast and I’m always amazed by what I see there. This particualar trip, it was this:
I can’t think of anything better than paddleboarding in the bay and seeing wild manta rays cruising by. I’ve been going to this beach since I was zero days old and now, 35 years later, I still get to experience a first. Awesome. I hope when I die and go to Heaven my room has an ocean view… or better yet, it’s at St. Teresa Beach, Florida.

Wacky Wednesday: Just the Two of Us

They’re called Remoras. You know those fish that attach themselves to sharks? But I’m wondering which little fishy was the first one to think, “Hey, let’s try this!” Because I know for me, when I see a shark my first thought isn’t that I want to swim with it.
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remora
Anyway, happy Wedneday to ya!

-Out of the Wilderness

Call Me Maybe: Wilder Family Version

This is the 3rd year I’ve convinced my family to dance on video for the world to see. I told them only about 10 people will watch it, so that seemed to work. Check us out dancing to the ultra smash hit “Call Me Maybe” by Carly Rae Jepsen! Enjoy and feel free to comment below!

A Fur Piece To Go

The thing about the ocean is that it never stops trying. It already covers about 71% of the earth’s surface, but it always wants more. Think about the last time you were at the beach… the ocean was trying to wash up farther and farther, right? Not to be discouraged, though, it’ll move to another beach and try there, too. We call it “tides” but I think it’s just another oceanic attempt to cover more land. This behavior is not unlike our own as humans. A lot of our success and even our self-worth is determined by how much ground we can cover, how much we can acquire. We are measured, we keep scores, we have watches with chronographs on them to record how fast or slow something happens. If we meet a roadblock, we’ll try to find success some other way or somewhere else. Like the ocean tide, we persist. We push and push, then go somewhere else and do it again.

Gulf of Mexico

Thinking about the neighborhood I live in, most homes are either your first house, or your last. There’s not much in between. I’m part of the group that is hoping to eventually move to a bigger house in a better neighborhood. The other group doesn’t plan on leaving the neighborhood until they leave the earth altogether. They’re satisfied with their lives, and for that I applaud them. They’re the lakes of society. I’m not there yet. I’m still an ocean seeking more. I have tsunami moments where I try too hard, harming things around me. I have thunderous moments that turn out to be duds. I can be cold and uncomfortable or warm and inviting. I can be rough and dangerous, or calm and peaceful. I can wreck stuff if I’m not careful. I’m shallow. But I can be miles deep. It’s all part of the maturing process and learning to live with boundaries. Two things are for sure, though, the ocean won’t stop trying to reach dry land and I’ve still got a fur piece to go before I settle for lake life.

A boat turned over by the ocean in a tropical storm.