Near the headwaters of the Pecos River, Farrell Eaves set up his tripod. Apparently distracted by the cry of a nearby bird, he bumped the tripod sending it crashing into the fast moving rapids. (The exact spot shall remain a secret as we think the salinity of the water and exact altitude is part of the magic formula.) Retrieving his camera, he retraced his footsteps back to his vehicle and returned to our Pecos River camp. After draining the camera ( it was a Nikon Digital 990) he began his treatment. It took a couple days -- some of the steps shall remain classified, but I think it was tying the camera to the windshield wiper on the outside of the car and driving to Las Vegas and back at 75 mph that finally dried the camera and transformed it into its magical state. None of these were doctored in any way by Photoshop - they are straight out of the camera. The camera, a one-of-a-kind, is now carefully preserved.... (http://v1.brucedale.com/FarrellHomepage.htm)