The Lone Remnants

After discovering last night that I had lost some 300 photos (BTW: Thanks for nothing, iPhoto. We are no longer friends.), I sat down to my computer this morning, took lots of DEEP SOOTHING BIG GIRL breaths, and surveyed the damage.

Thankfully, it could have been a lot worse. The computer (for some reason) preserved about 100 of the photos that were already uploaded, AND I still have another gigabyte of photos waiting on my spare memory card. So yes, I know...it's not horrible, but still. I had uploaded a LOT of photos from June (pre-New Orleans as well as actual New Orleans), and a LOT of them evaporated from my computer last night. In the moment that I realized they were lost, I didn't cry; I didn't yell. I just sat and stared at my computer screen blankly while my face grew hot with panic and my stomach flipped and flopped with nausea.

My vast collection of photos (and my attachment to that collection) makes me feel silly at times. I mean, really. Do I need ten pictures of that pasta with chicken dish? Or one thousand and eight pictures of Ness? Probably not. But on the other hand, out of those ten pictures I take of that pasta dish, or out of those one thousand and eight (seriously) pictures I take of Ness, I get at least a few good shots, and the result of these photos upon photos upon photos is an incredibly detailed catalogue of my days. Thanks to my photo obsession, I can remember every step of our honeymoon, many of our first forays into eating dinner together, Ness' first snow, visits with friends, and what Sunday mornings in March looked like on a regular basis in our apartment. As an added bonus, my photography is gradually (very, very gradually) improving, and I can smell a lifelong hobby developing. [you are WELCOME, future children!]

Anyways, after surveying the damage of this recent photo tragedy, it turns out that I have thumbnails of ALL of my photos, so if you would like to see all of my photos from June, please feel free to come over and stare at my computer with a magnifying glass. We can have a party. For now, here are some of the highlights (all will be up on Flickr later today):

Phillies game at the beginning of June. I was super sad to lose these pictures, as there was one of Pres and me that was going to replace the (horribly outdated) picture of us on the sidebar. So yes, I am vain. But still, kind of tragic, right? (RIGHT.)

Ness stands guard. She alerts us whenever there is movement outside the window. Our eardrums (and, um, our neighbors...) could do without this alert.

Walking through the Garden District on our first day in New Orleans!

I will probably/definitely be the only one saddened by this, but I lost a TON of flower shots that I had taken. And these weren't ordinary Bryn Mawr flowers--these were gorgeous, deep-hued GARDEN DISTRICT flowers.

Bourbon Street! Now I can say I have been, and I never want to go back. Ever. Fluorescent green tinted shots and vomit in the street just aren't my cup of tea.


This set of photos is perhaps what I am most upset about. The kids worked SO HARD on these three houses--they transformed them from blindingly white primer houses to olive green, light blue (very light blue), and tan with trim. I had taken some before and after shots, and only a few remain (of which this photo, horrifyingly, might be the best). Sad.