If you read my blog last fall you may recall my horror story about computer failure and concomitant loss of a whole lot of photos. We were able to recover most of the important ones, but some were lost forever. I got over it, but every now and then would think of a photo that I vividly recalled taking -- but didn't have any more. Fortunately the daily photos that I posted to my blog remain in cyberspace, but I still was missing about two months of everything else I shot.
Recently something bad happened to my nine-month-old camera, and for three weeks I had to use my old one. A couple of times I got the dreaded "no more room on your memory card" message, had to delete last week's photos as I stood there on the street, and thought how much better my new camera is, with its much larger card.
It took a while for the other shoe to drop. Namely, the realization that my old camera actually had two memory cards: a small one that was my first purchase, a larger one that I bought in anticipation of a long international trip. (Technology being the way it is, I paid less for the larger one than I had for the smaller one a year earlier.)
I had taken the large card out of the old camera, which had been retired months earlier, when I gave it to my husband for his January vacation in Arizona. Why? Because the large card still contained a couple of photos of my mother, who died in 2008. For sentimental reasons I liked to keep them on the card, and it seemed easier to sub in the empty small card than explain to my husband, a camera novice, what was going on with the large card.
Finally, several days later, I had a moment of blinding insight. What else, besides the photos of Mom, might be on that memory card, sitting for months in my jewelry chest?
Well guess what! Over 1,400 photos from the lost two months! Not everything I lost, but a whole lot of it. Some that I remembered, some that I didn't, some that were pretty good. For instance --
So I'm a happy camper today. Why did it take another photo crisis to make me remember the solution to the previous photo crisis? Can I please stop having photo crises?
Monday, April 18, 2011
Photo crisis -- happy ending -- part 2
Posted by Kathleen Loomis at 6:29 AM
Labels: camera, Viola Arnold
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That is so great. I have a camera story to share. I lost a camera 2.5 yrs ago. The whole camera, not just the card, while we were out on my Dad's boat. I flew home w/o the camera. Dad looked and looked.ReplyDelete
My mom passed away last August and dad cleaned out the house. It was 2 years after we lost the camera. My dad gives a large insulated cold bag that held our lunch to a girl that looked after my mom. Then 3 months after he gave her the bag she found the camera in the pocket! I rec'd it a few months ago and our whole lovely summer with my 6 and 8 year old and all the precious pics of my mom were on it. YAY for both of our happy endings!
I can identify with your photo crisis. having just almost lost everything a few weeks ago. still it seems i haven't learned my lesson. i must go and back-up everything before it happens yet again. your photos are always an inspiration to me.ReplyDelete