As I huffed and puffed my way up the floors of the Wurlitzer building, I reached one floor which was particularly photogenic. I set my tripod up in the dim interior and attached my camera to it, or so I thought. As I reached back into my bag for a cable release the camera slipped out of the rotten tripod's head. Panic gripped me, as I had only one camera with me for the entire trip. It had been a subject of much internal debate what equipment to bring and now, on the very first day, I had killed my most critical piece of equipment...purchased, by the way, a mere week before the trip. Mercifully, The Great Magnet saw fit to take pity on me, and the camera landed on the lens. The filter was smashed, but the lens and camera seemed to operate fine. I counted my blessings.