Lost my keys taking this photo. I went about my day, unknowing that they had even disappeared into the ether, only to return to worry. Searched through everything. Everywhere. Imagined my route mentally. Retraced my steps physically. I resigned my efforts after that exhaustive search until the call arrived! If I hadn’t taken this photo, I wouldn’t have went through all of the worry. Was it worth it?
It’s always worth it for the shot!
With very few exceptions, mainly for risk of life, limb, or liberty, you should always try to get out there and do more with your self, time, and efforts. I took the longer commute this day because I wanted to take some photographs of the recently fallen slow, and if I had to venture into less than admirable conditions, then I might as well pick out a few trophies along the way. As I was walking, the weight of the snow on the tree branches must have caught my attention, and I put away my gloves where my keys were stored, to take the shot.
- With the rule of thirds in mind:
- One tree dominates the right third.
- Another, with power lines, and a lamppost illuminating the heavy snowfall that reminds me of Rashomon, fills in the bottom third.
- The unusually bright night sky with dull pink and grey.
- (While the composition has jarring vertically movement, and doesn’t really have a dynamic color range, I still like it.)
During the first day without keys, I thought about how I irresponsibly hadn’t included my contact information on the keys, then acquired a lanyard for my keys. Engraving would be out, since I’ll get rid of the car someday, and it’s a good idea to change house keys occasionally. After my dad called to say the keys had rematerialized from the ether, thanks to a membership card, I wrote my contact information and “please do the right thing” on the lanyard, and almost hurriedly awaited the return to wholeness.
“How can I repay you?”
I found a wallet years ago discarded in an alley of the city. Unfortunately all that was left was an out-of-state driver’s license along with the wallet itself, so I looked up what to do, and dropped off the wallet in a public mailbox. While I’ll probably never meet the owner, receiving the wallet should help with peace of mind, because I certainly have sentimental value with mine.
More so than retrieving lost property, there’s an inherent sense of duty that comes when you live with the integrity to do the right thing. Sure, there are times when it’s easier to remain comfortable or take shortcuts, yet the hardest temptation is to keep walking true.
So, yes, it was worth the worry and temporary loss to then rebuild stronger than before.