“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 …
Category Archives: Travel
It’s a Different World
“If you take the same kind of photo that the Subject can take at home.” The Manager said in her evangelist voice. “Then you are limiting you sales potentials. You need to be creative.” This comment was met with silence all around. Over the past 16, going on 17, years I have heard this speech …
Here, There, and Everywhere
“Thanks for letting me work in so many places.” I say to my Manager one day while calling in for supplies. “Any chance I could work in San Fransisco? Or maybe Seattle?” “We didn’t hire you to be a tourist.” The Manager says angrily. “We hired you to take portraits.” This was the same Manager …
They All Look Alike
“I’m staying at a motel about thirty miles away.” The Passer says and shrugs. “It’s not great, but it’s under the Company Spending Limit.” “Great.” I say. “I’ll follow you there.” It’s been a long day and we are both tired. The Shoot is in the middle of nowhere and we are both dead on …
We All Leave Together
“I can’t believe you left me alone last night.” The Passer says when he arrives at the Shoot. “I thought you were joking when you said ‘See ya tomorrow.’” “Really.” I say as I look at the 6 foot 5 inch tall Passer who has the build of an offensive lineman. “I see you made …
The Best of Times, the Worst of Times
“Whose car is that in the parking lot with the Texas license plates?” A man says as he walks into the Shoot. “Mine.” I say and wave at him like Oliver Hardy. “You came all the way from Texas to do this?” He says in disbelief. “Yup.” I say and look out the window at …
So, Where Are You Staying?
“I was at this motel last night.” The New Guy says in a conspirator’s tone. “And it was run by Indians.” “Really?” I say in mock surprise. “Yeah, and not Native Americans, like East India Indians.” He says. “Hmm, don’t travel much, do you?” Just as every town in America has a Chinese family running …
Wanderlust
“You drove this wreck here from Texas?” The Coordinator says as he looks at my ten year old pickup truck sitting in his California parking lot. “Yeah.” I say and give the hood a loving pat. “By way of Maine.” At the moment I am doing Directory Work and spending a lot less time in …
