Katie is my first child.
That makes it OK for me to take picture, after picture, after picture of her, right? Wrong.
On the night of Trick or Treat, I got her all dressed up in her pink butterfly costume and prepared to begin the photo shoot I had planned. I took one picture (which, thankfully, turned out great), and that was it. My camera stopped working.
Instantly, panic set in. This was her FIRST Trick or Treat. Her FIRST costume. And she looked adorable. How was I supposed to preserve these memories forever without the help of my trusty Fuji?
Quickly, I ran inside, dug my backup camera out of a drawer and found some batteries that still had some life left (a truly difficult task in a house with a small child, I’ve learned). Crisis averted.
After the big event, thoughts of my malfunctioning, and still fairly new, camera loomed in my mind. I decided to investigate. It didn’t take me long to realize that the one photo I snapped that night was photo number 9,999. My problem was easy to solve – I had stumped my memory card. It didn’t know what to do with a fifth digit.
Seemed like a simple problem until I really gave it some thought.
I HAVE TAKEN 9,999 PHOTOS.
Oh yeah, and I got that camera in June. Of this year.
Yes, I take photos for work. I figure I can credit maybe 1,000 photos to a work-related purpose. And more photos have been deleted than saved. But still, that’s a lot of shutter work.
I think Katie must be the most photographed child ever. Do I have a problem?