About a month ago I had the unfortunate experience of having someone break into my home and steal several small items from me. Though most of them were replaceable, 2 in particular were not and those two items happen to be my external hard drives with countless catalogues of priceless images. The initial trauma of losing these items was the equivalent of losings one’s child…it makes my insides ache just know that someone has all of my precious images in their possession without a clue as to what they truly possess.
There are those who offered little condolences that were not in the least bit consoling. One has to consider all of the time, blood, sweat and tears it took to create masterpieces that could never be replicated as the originals. Others selfishly inquired to the safety of their images while disregarding my loss and sense of sheer hopelessness. All in all…this has been a learning experience in growing pains for me.
I never would have imagined in million years that someone would simply bogart their way into my home and make off with my things. Aside from it being one of the highest forms of violation, I have had to keep telling myself that there has to be some lesson that I need to learn from this, however I am yet trying to figure out exactly what it may be. Putting pen to paper or should I say…keys to pad has often help me cope with feelings I have bottled inside that I can’t quite deal with. Each day I am inspired to keep creating photographic magic despite this situation. That’s pretty much it….Just felt like sharing my thoughts.