The Case of the Disappearing Photographs

A huge part of the Katimavik program in my mind is to take as many pictures as possible and then have some of them put up on facebook for all of my friends and family to see. I was following these 'rules' quite faithfully along with most of the other people in my group, even to the point when tagging people in photos became a daily ritual, when I started noticing that I would get fewer and fewer pictures every time I uploaded them to my computer. I could have sworn that I had taken dozens of pictures that particular day but unfortunately only twenty or so pictures would upload. When it happened for the first time I thought I could have accidently erased them, but when it happened a second, third and fourth time I started to become suspicious that someone was erasing my photos for a reason I could not comprehend.

I began to keep my camera with me everywhere I went and when I wasn’t using it I hid it in my room so the ‘picture thief’ could not have his or her chance to erase my photos. Today tragedy struck again. I was volunteering at a radio auction today (totally cool btw) with my friend Shoshana, when I got the idea to have a photo shoot about our day at the auction. I was taking an epic photo of Shoshana showcasing the display board, in a funky Vanna White style, when my camera self destructed in my hand! All of the photos which I had taken from that previous week had vanished into thin air. My own camera was the enemy which I was trying to find. In light of these new developments I am now forced to upload my pictures as frequently as possible living in constant fear that they could disappear at any moment. A horrible reality is what I am now living and if my parents are reading this, potentially a new camera would be a nice idea for that special holiday which is quickly approaching.