|Wyona and David in bare feet,|
splashing in the water in
front of St. Mark's Cathedral
I told her I would tell this painful story.
To begin with, I have a nice hand held Canon SX220 HS – purchased because my arms would get too tired carrying my larger Canon on day trips off of the boat.
A lovely purple colour and I can tell it apart from Moiya’s camera, for though hers is the same camera, it is a turquoise colour.
|David and Wyona with their shoes back on.|
It seemed there was no organized way to pick up luggage and both he and I were busy taking shots of travellers sitting on huge piles of luggage while their friends were still off gathering more cases of goods.
That night I downloaded my pictures, and then a little later picked up my camera and erased everything on the memory card.
I was careful.
I saw the first picture that said, do you want to erase all, and it was a picture I recognized from the afternoon shoot, I said yes.
|Moiya and David at the canal|
That took longer to erase than usual.
Then I looked at the camera and thought, hey, I thought my camera was purple and not turquoise. Whoops.
When Moiya came back to the room, I asked her to lay down on her bed while I talked to her.
|David and Arta looking over the |
Grand Canal in Venice
I began by telling her that I have seen David all over the ship, taking pictures for days now; I would see him in an easy chair, looking over the ocean in some lounge, erasing the pictures he didn’t want, then I would see him down in the Centrum doing the same thing a few hours later. I told her that he doesn’t have those pictures anymore.
I have erased them all. Moiya was pretty cool about it, but they weren’t her pictures.
Then David came into the room.
I had to start my story again. When I began to retell my story, Moiya took the bedsheet and pulled it slowly up over her head so she only had to hear and didn’t have to see.
“You erased them all?”
“Do you know any way to get them back?”
“Not that I know of.”
“I am going to the ship’s photography department and maybe they can help me.”
“Are you still staying in the same room with her.”
“Is walking the plank legal?”
He would come back and torture me with what they were saying.
The department eventually accessed a program that would bring Dave’s 1000 pics all back. The department was successful because I didn’t know to format the disk every time I erased it, something I have now learned.
That is how everyone in the photography department got to know me before I won their special prize of $100 of free pictures.
Greg and Wyona just bought a new camera yesterday – exactly like Dave’s and mine, but Greg’s is fuchsia.
When I saw the new camera I asked Greg if he had anything he wanted me to erase on it.