I learned quite a bit about patience this morning. Patience, heeding warnings, and moving on. All before finishing my first cup of coffee.
Disclaimer: I realize the previous paragraph makes it sound like I experienced a monumental epiphany this morning. On the contrary, this post is not deep, profound, or philosophical in any way. It is about memory cards and coffee. If you manage to extrapolate something more from this, that would be entirely accidental on my part. But yay for you!
You know how they say you should always eject a device from your computer first before disconnecting it? Or wait until the camera finishes powering down before pulling the memory card out? Then one day, to your horror, you accidentally do just that. But nothing happens, everything looks fine. Whew. Second time! Still good. And you get complacent and think, they’re just fear mongering. Like that time your aunt warned you that if you made a face and were struck by a gust of wind, your face would freeze. Or that if you left any grains of rice on your plate, your future husband would have that many zits on his face. (Don’t even ask.)
This morning, after 3 months of practice—another lesson in patience right there—I poured what was probably my best ever attempt at latte art (not the one you see above, and you’ll understand why in a second). Excitedly, I whipped out the big camera to document it. Took a few shots, checked them on the camera screen, then impatiently grabbed the memory card to transfer to my computer. Also, because of said impatience, I drank my latte while it was still hot. Because it’s coffee. And coffee is good.
When I got to my computer, I loaded the card and fired up Lightroom. Waiting. Waiting. Then there it was: last night’s pasta. What? Where’s my latte? Where’s my pretty, fairly symmetrical, almost-graceful rosette? Eject the card, and reload. Still the pasta. Re-eject and re-reload, because sometimes I actually believe that doing the exact same thing multiple times makes a difference. Nada. I even transferred the card back to the camera, hoping to find my shots there. But no. Still the pasta. I stare at my half-empty cup of latte on the table, sheepishly apologize, and assure it that everything is fine. That even though we were the only ones who had ever seen its prior glory, that doesn’t mean it was never beautiful.
Then I gulped the rest of it down and moved on. Because it’s coffee. And coffee is good.
Moral of the story: Please be patient and wait until your camera finishes writing to the card and powering down before yanking that card out.
Moral #2 of the story: Talking to your cup of coffee is not strange as long as you don’t do it in front of other (normal) people.
Photo model: Latte from the other day.