Just Shoot Me Now

“If I’m still doing this in ten years.” I said in a deadpan serious voice. ” Feel free to shot me.”

I felt old ten years ago when I said that, often tired and occasionally exhausted by the work.  Long hours of driving around the country, setting up and tearing down the Studio, eating way too much junk food and drinking way too many sodas.  Over the past few years I’ve lost a few of the pounds I put on, taken to sleeping more and staying up watching soft porn on CineMax less, but time takes it’s toll. 

I always wanted to be a Travel Writer, in the general sense that I like to travel and like to write.  I’ve never seriously done any travel writing as it takes a certain knack to do it right.   You have to gather facts and figures, you have to take photos that make the place look cool and fun, and you have go somewhere really interesting once in a while.  You also have to actually write them.

It’s been ten years since I did any serious traveling.  In those glory days of yesteryear The Wife and I went up and down the East Coast, went to California and Arizona and spend some time in places like Omaha and Milwaukee.  We found that you could hit most of the touristy stuff any place has to offer in a couple of days-if you rode a GrayLine Tour  bus and weren’t too picky about what you wanted to see.

Over the past few years I’ve often thought of going back to that job where I traveled around the country.  There are places I would like to revisit now that I have a better camera and a better understanding of how to use it.  There are still many places I have never spend much time in and a few states that I have never been to. 

All of that is well and good.

But the work.  Sometimes I find the work to be as mind numbingly dull and repetitious as possible.  Now that I’ve surrendered and gone to the dark side of Shoot-N-Show, I find that selling is sucking my soul dry.  People are stupid and I want to slap them.  Now I understand why The Wife was so pissed off all the time when she was a Passer.  It’s work that pisses you off.  I get paid straight commission and the shoot coordinator wants to pack the schedules with people ‘they want in the book.’ 

The problem is not with the Subjects, it’s with how the Company sells the Program.  Get a FREE Directory and FREE 8×10!  Hey, it works for the most part, but the places that really want the free crap, really want nothing but the free crap. This can be pretty depressing stuff.

I’m going to do some serious thinking over the next few weeks.  The thing that I’ve missed has been traveling to new and interesting places.  The Old Company was year after year of the same old same old with only the occasional trip to someplace I wanted to visit.  So I have to see if the long hours on the road are as much fun as I remember.  For the most part, those twelve hour drives were never any fun.

One of the fringe benefits of being an Assembly Line Portrait Photographer has always been the ability to bang out the occasional blog post, short story, or novel.  Or read the occasional blog post, short story, or novel.  This tends to stimulate the mind, keep the creative juices flowing, and make the time go by in a blur of odd ideas and standard portrait poses.  So the major drag of Shoot-N-Show is that I no longer have all that lovely free time on my hands to contemplate reality.  Of course, being busy is better than sitting around and doing nothing after hour after hour.  If I were making a couple of grand a day I wouldn’t mind so much, but so far that hasn’t happened. 

I really love writing, blogging, and general all around bitching and moaning.  Being alone and being busy most of the time means that I have no one to talk to and no time to write or read.  I’ve also found that my recent addiction to Pinterest has left my mind completely occupied with such nonsense as the Trinity Knot, a Grumpy Cat, and a vast world of HDR photos.  Pinterest is a lot of fun, but I am in no way using it to make money or successfully promote my blogs and affiliates.  It would be nice if I could quit my day job and just Pin stuff for a living.  But that ain’t happening either.

For now I will just keep doing what I am doing.  Taking pretty good portraits, selling them to people who don’t need too much arm twisting, and finding the spare moment here and there to do a bit of reading, writing, and contemplation.  I’ll be taking more HDR photos and hitting a few of the sights and hopefully all will be well.

I’ve never wanted to be a long haul trucker or a bus driver and just tick off the states as I roll through them.  Being an Assembly Line Portrait Photographer lets me grab a few mornings and the occasional day off to see some of the sites and eat some of the local food.  Of course, that can lead to long days as well.  I’ll see how it goes.

So, hold off on the shooting for a little while.


Beginner’s Luck

To be on the wire is life. the rest is waiting. -Bob Fosse “This price is the Stretched Canvas Finish, this is with the Regular Canvas, and this is with the Smooth Matte finish.” I say as I lay out the prices for the portraits the Subject has decided to order. “It just depends on


Would You Like a 16×20 With That?

“You sell a lot of 16x20s.” The Manager says with a bit of surprise. “Get me a 20×24 sample to point at.” I say with a shrug. “And I’ll sell a lot of 20x24s, too.” This is a tad facetious on my part, as I don’t really think I have the inside track to selling larger


Just Following Orders

“Why can’t this one be in the Book?” The Little Old Lady says and points to one of the approval shots.  “I don’t really like that one.” “The one for the Book has to have the same background and the same cropping.”  I say and show her a sample Book where all the portraits look


The Thrill of Victory, The Agony of Defeat

“I don’t want a lot of pictures this time.” The woman says without even sitting down.  “I just need four 5x7s of this one and an 8×10 of that one.” “Ok.” I say and crunch the numbers, I tell her the total and she gives me a credit card. By the end of the day


What We See In The Mirror

“Alright.” I say with a smile in my voice.  “Which one of these two do you like better?” “Ugh!” The white haired, overweight woman says and pushed the proofs away from her.  “I hate all of them.  I don’t even want to be in the book.  I look terrible.” The woman gets up and walks


It’s All About. . .Control

“What are the prices?” The Subject demands as he sits down to look at the proofs. “We’ll get to that in just a couple of minutes.” I say and smile. “First I need to know what you want.” “I can’t tell you what I want unless I know the price.” Being a Passer is just


The Challenges of Training

“So were you planning on buying any portraits today?” I say as I wrap up my poorly memorized sales pitch.  Before they can answer my Trainer pushes me out of the way and takes over. “Hi.” She says with a huge smile.  “What sizes portraits do you normally share?  Is 8×10 big enough or would


It Costs More, Because You Get More

“Why are these pictures so expensive?”  The outraged Subject says after she is told the price of two 5x7s.  “That’s ridiculous.” “Well.” The Passer says in his calm, monotone selling voice. “We are giving the Church a free directory and we also have to pay for our traveling expenses to come out here and take


My Fellow Underachievers

“I live in Ireland about half of the year.” The Subject says and smiles.  “It’s not really a part of Europe.” “Actually, it is.” The Old Timer Assembly Line Portrait Photographer pipes in, always eager to disagree with everyone he meets about virtually anything.  “They joined the European Union back in 1973.” The Subject looks