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It's an oldie, from 2009. I ran across it again tonight, sorting photos into some semblance of order. When my storage hard drive crashed, it took with it many of my photos, and corrupted many more. Then, transferring the remainder to a new storage drive, it crashed again, taking the new one with it mid-transfer. Even more photos got lost. Eventually I was able to rescue quite a few, higgledy-piggledy, without their original file folders. I'm even finding name changes, so that a photo of a beaded Mexican gourd was labelled "female scaup".
It's comforting to remember a summer afternoon, feeding a gull on the railing of the White Rock pier, one bite of old bread at a time.