The Alchemist

I decided I would delve back into the archives and look for some old photos of this amazing night up at the summit of Mt Cook with the OOAK gang last year when I slowly began to realise in shocking horror that my RAW’s from that trip had mysteriously vanished. My frenzied looking sped up at a hastened pace – hard drive 1, hard drive 2, laptop 1, laptop 2. Nothing. I’ve never lost RAW’s before so this was new territory and I drifted off into confusion and lost bewilderment – how did this happen and what did it mean? Were there shots I hadn’t yet looked at and saved as Tiffs. What have I missed and where have they gone. It was amidst this turmoil that I remembered an event from that night. Damien and I had been standing on the snow with our cameras next to each. Damien with a 50mm tilt shift and I with a 15mm in vertical orientation when we decided to swap each other’s memory cards to ‘ augment out haul’, after all, our cameras were identical. Fortunately I was right and safely stored in his possession was an identical raw file of this magical place to one of the few that I had lost. Once again I was able to relieve this extraordinary experience.

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