 Colleen Farrell |
Sympathy, anyone? Today I found a wonderful subject, the light was perfect, the location was great, I had plenty of time. I took about 60 photos, just to make sure I got every angle, bracketing exposures, changing POV, etc. etc. I got home, happily reviewed my photos in-camera, deleted the obvious duds, then put the card in the reader and fired up PS. No photos came up. They were all gone. I think they were damaged in the card reader--I think I know what happened. I'm just so bummed about it I had to vent somewhere. lol Any other sob stories would be most welcome. Misery loves company, you know. ;)
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John G. Clifford Jr |
Before you reformat or re-use this card, look online at the manufacturer's website. Often you can get recovery software that lets you get these images off of your card... but this won't work if you write data to the card. Good luck!
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Todd Bennett |
Colleen, Even if you've formatted the disc you may still be able to recover them. I used one for my daughter a month or so ago and recovered about 90% of the photos she lost. She accidentally formatted the disc and took a few pictures. Some, if not all, cameras do what I call a soft format. They basically free up the space so the camera indicates the disc is empty; but, you don't loose the data until it is actually written over.
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Colleen Farrell |
Wow, thanks so much for the tips, guys! I just tried and bought PhotoRescue (works on PCs and Macs) and I got the photos back! I'm thrilled! I never knew about this "soft format" business, but apparently my Nikon D70s does it (I even got back photos I'd taken days ago). Thanks again for the info--you made my day!! :D
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Alan N. Marcus |
Hi Colleen Sympathy! Sympathy! Many years ago I worked after school as a cub photographer. It was a long time ago, 1956. My boss and I were in the darkroom developing film we had taken at a celebrity wedding. The darkroom was modern for that time, special key activated light switch, light trap entry doorway, the works. The light-tight integrity of the room had stood the test till now. The one light switch on the wall near the entry required a key to activate. That day, my boss turned off the lights using his key. Inadvertently the key remained in the lock, he should have pull it out. Soon all the film was in the developer tank merrily developing away. At that moment a colleague entered the darkened room properly using the light trapped entry door. We were all stunned, the lights came on instantaneously annihilating the film. Seems leaving the key in light switch defeated the fail safe. With the key in the lock, the door contacted the key as it swing open turning on the lights. My panicked boss stuffed newspapers and old film in the trash and lit a small controlled fire. Smoke bellowed. He called the wedding party crying, shedding big tears. “My place was ruined by fire your wedding films are lost”. Seems singing the blues about lost images continues – only now its file corruption and accidental formatting and the like. For what it’s worth, you have my sympathy Best regards,
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Todd Bennett |
Now I know what happened to my wedding photos. I didn't believe his story for one minute. FIRE! Geez! Just kidding. That's too funny Alan. Did your boss catch a bunch of crap from them or did they buy the story?
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Colleen Farrell |
LOL, Alan ... your story makes me glad I'm not a professional photographer! :D
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Alan N. Marcus |
Another in the chronicles funny photo stories: My boss ran an upscale business call it carriage trade photography. The business was on a main street and we had a studio but mostly we worked in the evening at the customer’s home. What I am saying is, we experienced little walk-in-trade. Now one day a women arrived, chauffeur driver. She presented a tiny, wrinkled, tattered and folded black & white snapshot of her late husband. It imaged a man in overcoat and hat. She stated that this was the only picture she had of her late husband and could we make an over-mantel in color. In those days color was oils over B&W print. My boss’s eyes gleamed. He took the snapshot saying “leave it to me”. Over the next day or so we ran about town looking for ID pictures and we found several at the police department and the like. When we had accumulated four or five ID’s, all unknown to the wife, we carefully copied all and printed up a 30” x 40’ overlain with double exposures of the ID images. Next we applied heavy oils and whoa, a masterpiece colored oil portrait. My boss called the client; she returned and upon seeing the portrait, cried and cried. A handsome fee was received. Next day she returned and said it was Samuel but strangely he looked odd with hair parted on the left. Seems Samuel always parted his hair on the right. My boss was quick on his feet, he told the widow, he didn’t understand why he had changed his hair style but this is what we found when we took off the hat. The woman said “is that so” and was walked away happy. Alan Marcus
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Todd Bennett |
Alan, All I can say is keep'em coming.
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Bob Cammarata |
This thread reminds of a similar series of sob stories that made the rounds here a few years back.
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