This weekend, I went on a short trip to the beach. It was my sister-in-law’s wedding, and that was the sole purpose of our trip. As such, I did not bring my camera.
Here I am thinking to myself that this is a functional trip. I won’t get a chance to break away to photograph anything on the beach. I won’t get a chance to pull out my camera for any reason. There’s no reason to bring the camera. The entire weekend, I won’t use it. But then I dropped my wife off at the salon to get her hair done, and I pretty much had an hour to myself. Instead of walking the beach or wandering about town, I was watching TV. On the ride home, the clouds in the sky were absolutely beautiful. On a trip with the kids, I wouldn’t be able to stop. But this was a kid-free trip. My wife wouldn’t have minded a ten minute stop to shoot a few photos.
I am constantly haunted by the photos I never took. Not just this weekend, but the other times where I was without my camera. If only I had it with me all the time, then I would not have missed the opportunity to take those shots. If only I had a time machine to go back and remind myself to carry it with me. One of those shots could have been my best. One of them might have won an award. But now I’ll never know.
If only I had my camera.