Do you ever have those moments where you wished you’d taken your camera, but then also know, that would have been a terrible mistake?
See on Saturday there was this big engagement ceremony/do type thing. It was awesome. So much fun. Everyone getting all dressed up. Seeing people you haven’t seen in a long time. Dancing so hard that two days later your legs still feel wobbly. (That could just be my lack of fitness.) It was a very fun, very memorable day.
I was umming and ahhing about taking my camera. With my 35mm. Nothing else. Just to get some nice photos. But I left it behind. Opted to rely on my phone for photos instead. A big part of me regrets it. All I’ve got are some grainy not-so-great photos. The kind of one’s that ‘will do’.
However the other part of me is reminding me that had I taken my camera, with no bag, I’d have been worrying about it the whole time while I was off dancing. Carrying it around. And probably would have seen the whole event through the lens rather than my eyes.
Sure I’ve only got some so-so phone photos to remember the day, but I’ve got some brilliant memories. Sometimes, you have to leave that camera behind.