“Camera Clinic has tried to recover your card but it is damaged beyond recovery.”
Ouch. That’s the text that just popped up beside me. My camera SD card stopped working for this first time in its 2 year career when I was back at ground level after that whole Top of the Rock moment a few weeks back. Though I bought a new card for the rest of the trip, I’d optimistically assumed that data recovery was advanced enough to somehow scrape those precious pictures from the unintelligible code. Apparently not. The only evidence is the picture at the top of my last post – thank goodness for needing an iPhone photo for my instagram story.
I’ve managed to slot so seamlessly back into Melbourne life and the routine of study, exercise, university, Orange is the New Black, sleep, hospital, study, bake and repeat that I can hardly believe that I was even in NYC at all. Left is a whole heap of memories, jumbled together in probably the most action-packed week of my life, zillions of photos on my phone, and a bunch of eclectic items I convinced myself were necessary (including hibiscus powder, a bench scraper and momofuku freeze dried corn). It’s the smaller moments that stand out the most: sitting on a bench in Central Park with a flat white and a slice of buttery, layered chocolate babka; watching the bustle in Union Square armed with a punnet of raspberries from the greenmarket; standing atop the William Vale hotel with the other Saveur nominees, staring out at the fiery lights of Manhattan. I know I’ll be back, and sooner rather than later!