Why I don’t do the grope for attention thing

So you want to be “the one” in your market?

Be the top of the top?

The IT person?

Then you’ve gotta pick your corner of the universe and go hard, hard at it.

The market is full of people fighting for a little love. Clamoring for attention, hands raised, screaming “Pick me! Pick me!”

And with all those pictures and all those words floating through Facebook Feed Land similarity is almost a disease.

How’s a photographer supposed to stand out?

Now, before I go on, I want to address one nasty, pernicious little rumor that flies around in the photography industry that the pictures don’t matter. That it’s all about the business.

This is a load of garbage. I …

My uncensored opinion about “success”

She sat alone in the locker room after the fight, thoughts of suicide on her mind and one question in her head:

“What am I anymore, if I’m not this?”

Imagine what it would mean to be the absolute best at what you did. The best photographer. The best business. Whatever it is that fills your dreams.

Would you be happy?


Would you be satisfied?

Would you find the peace you’ve been looking for?

Or is it all just a lie we tell ourselves?

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That damned vendor meal

Vendor meals.

Need I say more?

It even sounds insulting. Like you’re some sort second class citizen.

“Oh, go down to the dungeon and eat with the slaves, will you? And in 5 minutes, as soon as you sit down and take your first bite, we’ll spring a toast on you, and let the staff take away the scraps you were planning to gnaw on before you get back.”


It seems like the better the place, the worse the meal.

I can’t count how many times I’ve been sent to the back of some dodgy kitchen or dusty basement. My favorite is when the sour scent of surfaces wiped with old rags permeates the room meal.

And I admit it. …