The Downside to Digital Photography: Losing photos through your own stupidity.
A few weeks ago I attended a Phoenixville Block Party and took lots of photos in the hopes that I would be able to sell them to Chester County Living Magazine -- I knew CCLM had planned on doing a story on the Friday Block Parties, and through a contact I hoped I would be able to pitch them my shots before they assigned a photographer to the job. Long story short, they scrapped the story altogether due to timing and space constrictions, but that's neither here nor there.
After the block party, I headed home to Malvern. As I was pulling onto my street, I remembered that the Malvern Fair was in it's final night. Since I had a lot of space left on my cards, I decided to head down there and take some shots just for fun. I didn't capture anything earth-shattering or important, just some towny shots of a carnival. I was experimenting with exposures and enjoying the effects of the lights. It was a lot of fun, and I was excited to see what the photos looked like on a full screen, as opposed to my wee camera viewscreen. Towards the end of the night, I ran into Mike and Mel and we got ice cream together and watched the fireworks -- which I also took photos of.
Because I was so focused on the job of the Phoenixville Block Party -- editing them, making sure they were uploaded in a timely fashion, and sending links to the appropriate people -- I set the media cards containing photos from the carnival aside.
And because I'm a retard, I forgot about those photos until two days ago.
And then I realized that I had reformatted all of my media cards, meaning the photos had all been deleted.
Thankfully, the photos were nothing important, but still. I am so disappointed, mostly with myself. Gah.
The Downside of Digital Photography: Technology Randomly Being a Beeotch
This afternoon I was taking some headshots for my Uncle Tamin and cousin Alex, both of whom are fledgling actors and getting work in local plays, commercials, and student films. This was a difficult job, seeing as my uncle, God love him, is particular about what he wants. As for Alex, bless, it's damn near impossible to get him to smile naturally, or at least in a way that doesn't look forced, cheesy, or like he just stepped out of a commercial for gum circa 1958. Exacerbating the situation, I only had a media card with the capacity for 16 shots. It was taking forever, but finally I got some genuine pictures and moved on to use my 35mm for a bit and take some shots of my uncle. But when I went to pick my digital camera up again, the card read as full -- even though I knew I still had six shots left. When I went to view to photos, it read as "No Image." WTF?
This has only ever happened to me once before, when I was taking photos of Gary's art for his portfolio. That time, I knew something was off before I even looked through the viewfinder. A bit of static electricity had come up from the carpet and shocked me when I touched the camera. It was such a strong, powerful shock and I knew it was bad news. It fried my media card and it had to be reformatted.
This time, I couldn't figure out what had happened. We were outdoors, so there was no chance for static electricity, and I had set the camera down for less than 10 minutes. It was so frustrating. We had to call Alex back, the poor kid had been playing and was sweaty and not in the mood for going through the whole, "Smile! No, not like that, smile normal" thing again.
All in all, good reasons to remember why 35mm is classic and can be quite hassle-free.
A few weeks ago I attended a Phoenixville Block Party and took lots of photos in the hopes that I would be able to sell them to Chester County Living Magazine -- I knew CCLM had planned on doing a story on the Friday Block Parties, and through a contact I hoped I would be able to pitch them my shots before they assigned a photographer to the job. Long story short, they scrapped the story altogether due to timing and space constrictions, but that's neither here nor there.
After the block party, I headed home to Malvern. As I was pulling onto my street, I remembered that the Malvern Fair was in it's final night. Since I had a lot of space left on my cards, I decided to head down there and take some shots just for fun. I didn't capture anything earth-shattering or important, just some towny shots of a carnival. I was experimenting with exposures and enjoying the effects of the lights. It was a lot of fun, and I was excited to see what the photos looked like on a full screen, as opposed to my wee camera viewscreen. Towards the end of the night, I ran into Mike and Mel and we got ice cream together and watched the fireworks -- which I also took photos of.
Because I was so focused on the job of the Phoenixville Block Party -- editing them, making sure they were uploaded in a timely fashion, and sending links to the appropriate people -- I set the media cards containing photos from the carnival aside.
And because I'm a retard, I forgot about those photos until two days ago.
And then I realized that I had reformatted all of my media cards, meaning the photos had all been deleted.
Thankfully, the photos were nothing important, but still. I am so disappointed, mostly with myself. Gah.
The Downside of Digital Photography: Technology Randomly Being a Beeotch
This afternoon I was taking some headshots for my Uncle Tamin and cousin Alex, both of whom are fledgling actors and getting work in local plays, commercials, and student films. This was a difficult job, seeing as my uncle, God love him, is particular about what he wants. As for Alex, bless, it's damn near impossible to get him to smile naturally, or at least in a way that doesn't look forced, cheesy, or like he just stepped out of a commercial for gum circa 1958. Exacerbating the situation, I only had a media card with the capacity for 16 shots. It was taking forever, but finally I got some genuine pictures and moved on to use my 35mm for a bit and take some shots of my uncle. But when I went to pick my digital camera up again, the card read as full -- even though I knew I still had six shots left. When I went to view to photos, it read as "No Image." WTF?
This has only ever happened to me once before, when I was taking photos of Gary's art for his portfolio. That time, I knew something was off before I even looked through the viewfinder. A bit of static electricity had come up from the carpet and shocked me when I touched the camera. It was such a strong, powerful shock and I knew it was bad news. It fried my media card and it had to be reformatted.
This time, I couldn't figure out what had happened. We were outdoors, so there was no chance for static electricity, and I had set the camera down for less than 10 minutes. It was so frustrating. We had to call Alex back, the poor kid had been playing and was sweaty and not in the mood for going through the whole, "Smile! No, not like that, smile normal" thing again.
All in all, good reasons to remember why 35mm is classic and can be quite hassle-free.
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