Your Photography Business Is One Hard Drive Failure Away From Losing Everything
The Day I Learned What “Paranoid” Really Means It was a Saturday in 2008. I was a newspaper photographer moonlighting on weddings to pay down my gear debt, and I had just wrapped what felt like a flawless six-hour shoot. Ceremony, portraits, reception, dancing. Good light, cooperative family, a groom who actually smiled. I got home, poured a coffee, and plugged in my CF card. Corrupted. Every single frame. Gone.