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designadrug
Feb. 25th, 2005 02:23 am (UTC)
Its quite an emotional story.

That aside, the technical aspects are interesting. The flash card probably only survived because it still plugged into the wreckage of the camera - the only non-polymer surface would be the metal contacts, protected by being plugged into the receiver socket. With the contacts covered the polymer case can withstand quite a bit of salt water and UV exposre.

Interesting. We may start seeing similar recovered pictures from downed airliners; those cards can take a fair bit of g-shock.

How would you have felt, seeing those pictures for the first time after finding the card on the beach? That would have been chilling.

:q!
halloranelder
Feb. 25th, 2005 04:25 am (UTC)
It's certainly an interesting mix of tech and humanity.

I'm sure the family are grateful for this last glimpse into their loved ones.
designadrug
Feb. 25th, 2005 05:39 am (UTC)
For some reason I'm reminded of how the boom of digital watches in the late 70's started affecting air crash investigators.

Conventional analogue watches would freeze at the moment of impact. By averaging the frozen times investigators could get excellent estimates on the moment of impact, which was very important for their work. Digital watches would go blank and provide no information. Their estimates started getting worse with the increasing prevalence of digital watches, to the point where some crash sites had no analogue watches and thus no reliable estimate of moment of impact.

Here we have the opposite; a digital black box recorder on the last moments of someones life.
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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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