My own mind, with which I normally enjoy such friendly relations, is starting to annoy me. Last night, just as my bereaved friend will almost certainly dream of her lost husband magically restored to life and health, I dreamed that I discovered my lost pictures hiding in some obscure file. This is ridiculous. In my waking moments, I keep thinking of images I have lost irretrievably; a nice shot of the Brussells Atomium rising out of the mist, or the last shot, a crew of de-icers working on the wings of our aircraft: beautifully back-lit, that one was. letting go is one of the hardest things we humans are required to do. In the days when I was heavily committed to my meditation practice, I have to say I found it a lot easier.
All I can console myself with is the knowledge that grief, however profound (or trivial) its object, eventually fades.
1 comment:
so I presume you thought you were deleting them from then camera, with them safely on the hard drive, or you were thinking you were deleting them from the camera, while in fact you had already done that and were actually deleting the only remaining copies on the hard drive...
just checking - because, in the spirit of the wife who finds the hubby's keys exactyl where he said they weren't...
the camera may still have them
- or a PC pro could recover them from your PC - even though for some daft reason you not only deleted them all but then emptied the recycle bin too...
it is technically possible...
(never empty the bin more than once a month - and look at it first )
Post a Comment