If Your Hard Drive Died Tonight, Would Your Business Survive?
The Day I Became a Backup Paranoid In 2008, I shot a full wedding. Ceremony, reception, first dance, the ugly cry during the vows. Eight hours on my feet, 1,400 frames. I got home at midnight, poured a glass of water, and slotted the card into my reader. Corrupted. Every single file. I spent three days and $1,200 with a data recovery service. They got back about 60% of the images, most of them in rough shape.