This morning, I was standing at the counter eating a cheesy egg on wheat. My daughter took the cat food bowl on her lap, kneeling down, and our visiting neighbor cat came over and ate it from her. It was yet another darling moment that I have not captured. I could have run upstairs and grabbed my camera but my then the moment would have passed. What was right next to me, as it usually is? My phone.

My phone is a four year old Razr, ancient in technology time. I quietly stash it in my pocket in front of others. I look at other phones. I research them. Yet I hold onto my Razr, and I am not sure why. It’s thin and fits nicely in my pocket or tiny wallet sized purse. It works, though that is becoming debatable. What it doesn’t do anymore is take acceptable pictures. Besides being at 99% memory capacity, it shoots at .3 megapixels!

Yesterday, I started going through the photos I have on it, trying to figure out the quickest way to get them transferred to my computer, and realized I do have piles of memories over the last years on this phone. I don’t care if they are pixelated tiny little images, they are moments of my life, and therefore dear to me.

I swear by moments, and the importance they have in my professional photography. Capturing the little intimate candid moments is one of my major strengths as a wedding photographer. That’s it. I have declared it. I will join the modern era and get a new shiny smart camera phone this week. Okay, this month actually, since it’s the new Blackberry, due out in a few weeks, that has caught my eye.