Every once in a while when you are watching the world through a viewfinder, you see something that clicks. A little hit of dopamine fires. You’re not always sure exactly what it is, but something just feels good.
I had such a moment counting Mama Hoo Hoo’s chicks the other evening. It wasn’t much, but two of her babies suddenly came together to catch the same bug and, even though they are just and inch or two tall, I could just sense they were both in focus for a brief second. That doesn’t happen too often.
But when I got home and searched through my memory card for that moment I remembered so vividly, it just wasn’t there. I found a few photos kind-of like it, but nothing like what I remember seeing. I must have botched it.
This morning I had to run out on an emergency mission, so ran to the laundry to get my plover gear, all of the previous evening’s sand, mud, salt water, and goose crap washed away.
I was shocked to find a memory card at the bottom of the dryer. I assumed it was hosed, but wanted to test it out anyway and see if it was somehow still working. It must have been one of the backup cards that feed my predator cameras in emergencies, and I must have stupidly left it in my back pocket.
Amazingly, it survived. Even more amazingly, it had only three pictures on it. One of them was that moment I remembered so vividly, but somehow vanished from my main memory card, like a David Blaine street magic card trick.
So I’m sharing here. Because apparently, just like Mama Hoo Hoo, Francisco, and their three little chicks, it was something meant to be saved, and shared!
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