It was just an odd computer glitch. Something with a reasonable explanation. It has to be. But I’ve sat here for the last hour or so looking at a photo I didn’t intend to find tonight. And it pushed some unexpected emotional buttons.
I wanted to find a photo on my MacBook from about 20 years ago, so I typed in a file-name search. Instead of things related to what I was looking for, the system turned up five photos that were completely unrelated to that. At the top of the list was a photo from seven years ago. I didn’t open it.
Then I worded the search an entirely different way. It gave me a handful of files again. At the top was the same photo which had been at the top of the search before. I felt mesmerized by the weirdness of what I was seeing, so I opened the file, even though I knew what it would be.
There were two faces. One was my face. The other face was that of a beautiful woman who I used to know.

‘Just do exactly what we say to do; it’s for your own good, you know’
As a photographer, be prepared to doubt your talent every single day
With bumbling federal response, terrorist attack achieved objectives
Does Ron Paul lead in Iowa? Does it matter for the long term if he does?
I’m a liar — and you are, too; most of all, we lie to ourselves
If you made an error yesterday, it’s ‘foolish consistency’ to stick with it
Does change really come quickly? Or do we finally accept the truth?
‘Tolerant’ left seethes with hate if you don’t accept ‘gender theory’