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One of my best friends, Victoria Panzella, wanted to have a fun city day with me over our spring break this week. (She goes to school in Staten Island and I go to school in Manhattan). Victoria aspires to be a professional photographer, so this was a great opportunity to take some photos for her new Instagram account. (Click here to follow it). So we dropped by my school and took cool pictures in front of Lincoln Center. It was really sunny out and the lighting was perfect. We ate lunch and then walked around central park; climbed the rocks and explored. Victoria took great photos along the way, even getting decent headshot's for me that I was prepared to use. (You don't understand, I take the WORST headshot's. I always come out looking like a distant cousin of Chewbacca). She probably took over 400 pictures, and we were so excited to put them on her new account. Towards the end of the day, we went through the photos's and I deleted one photo of me.
The camera went wack, and completely froze. We turned it off and back on again and 600 photos were deleted from the chip. Thankfully, every photo before that day had already been backed up to Victoria's computer. Unfortunately every single photo we took that day had been deleted. We were shocked and upset that-that happened; a day's worth of great pictures were all gone. However, after thinking it over, we both realized that almost the only thing we did all day was take photos. Sure, we had fun doing it, but did we ever really stop to enjoy the moment, or did we just document it? We agreed that it was the universe's way of telling us to look around and see what was actually happening all around us.
Live for the moment, not for the memories.
But of course, we did take one selfie. Maybe we should have stuck with only doing that from the start.
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