Lost Photos, Found!

Once upon a time, we went back to Europe.
This was our second trip, my love and I, and Remy's first. (Remy was two. He had already been outside the US, to Mexico.)

Back then, in 2008, I didn't yet have a fancy DSLR. I had a point and shoot (a rather nice one, yes, but still) and I was prone to doing silly things like leave it in the hotel room when we went to the Eiffel Tower.

I mean: What. The. Eff.


The Eiffel Tower! What was I thinking?

OK, I still do things like that. Only now I have my iPod instead of this silly turquoise cellphone. And I still look back and wish I'd had my camera. Sigh.

Anyway, I did have this so-cute cell phone with me and I took photos with it, of course. But since I had no texting plan and I couldn't really get the hang of this "send to pics place" thing Verizon seemed to want me to do, when I upgraded to my new phone, I kept the old phone, which had over 300 undown/uploaded photos. Including the only ones of us and our trip to the Eiffel Tower.

Anyhoo, my current phone is lost. As in lost, lost, don't have a clue where it is, so I took that old turquoise phone in and had them switch me back to it. I'm so glad I did!

It's an awful phone for me now (though I still love its style -- turquoise rocks!) because it has no QWERTY keys and somehow I've become a texter in the last year.

Still, I'm really happy to have it back for a week or so (just til I either find my regular phone, or replace it with the upgrade I'm entitled to).

Because I'm taking the time to text the photos to my iPod touch. And they're amazing and wonderful.

And that's what the essence of photography is to me. Memory. Meaning. Love.

All these and more.

I'm so happy I lost my other cell phone.

So happy.