At 11:45 a.m. PDT today, iPhone 13 Pro chimed from a San Diego number that I did not recognize. Expecting a call from a local business, I answered rather than assume spam and send to voicemail. A young woman hysterically cried: “I had an accident. Dad, I had an accident”. My daughter doesn’t own a car, so her situation could be dire and ringing from someone else’s cell could be expected.
But hysteria and sobbing made identifying the voice difficult. I asked: “Who are you?” The response: “I had an accident. It’s me, dad”. I asked again, and her last answer sounded like “Diana”. She disconnected. The call lasted 41 seconds. For peace of mind, I immediately rang my daughter’s number and confirmed that she was in no trouble.
Which would be worse? The accident or misdialing? Both must be traumatic—and intertwined—experiences.
To illustrate this vignette, I set up the Featured Image, which is by no means award-winning photography. I spent more time tweaking in post-production than taking the shot (with Leica Q2). Vitals, aperture manually set: f/2.8, ISO 100, 1/160 sec, 28mm; 5:16 p.m.