Optical zoom

It's an acquired haste, they say, that gets one into trouble. That gets things rolling. In the ditch along the Mystic Lake Road, a stump, or stumps, depending on how one views willow that's been sawed off, waits in a slump of dead grass. Waits for someone like me. So there I am. At my age. I take a stump at speed in the medial aspect of the right knee. Another in the lateral side of the right lower leg. And I fall, twisting, holding my left arm high. Fall onto my left shoulder. Breathless. Grass in my eye. And H is beside me. Are you alright? The camera, I finally gasp. Did I break the camera?