Several years ago I used to take pictures for a living.
When I think about that statement, I find it quite amazing.
I actually got paid…
…to take pictures.
My first gig was decades ago. I was a reporter in the military and was trained to use a camera so we could take our own supporting photos. After eight years of service, I became a freelance photojournalist for my local paper and did that for a several years. For the most part, that was a part-time job although there was a seven month span where I did that full-time. Wow, was that rough.
So I drifted back to part-time shooting and in time, even began to decline assignments to the point of fading away from the paper altogether. The main reason is because I was working at a “real” job (the quotes are my way of adding a tone of sarcasm to that word) and being an every-other-weekend/Wednesday-night daddy to my daughter made it really difficult. Although I wasn’t shooting for the paper, in my off time I was still taking pictures… only now I fancied myself an arteeest. : )
I liked shooting street photography, and creating images that had a human element or were photojournalistic in its style. So I was attempting photographic art, shooting film, developing my prints and believe it or not exhibited a series or two of images a couple of times. I rarely got paid for those pictures although I did sell a few prints so I guess that counts.
In all three instances where I was making a living or making ends meet with photography, I met people. I met a LOT of people and not just “hi, how are you doing?” but in ways where for 30 minutes to an hour and on rare occasions… half the day, I was asking questions that led to conversations that had that individual or individuals disclosing some pretty intimate details about themselves. It was amazing! It was… I don’t know how to describe it… spiritual? to connect with people on such a personal level. And all because I was a photographer.
But like I said that was several years ago… so long ago that it almost feels as if in a past life.
Between that time and now, for various reasons I sold most of my gear or traded it. And my workhorse that I used during my time with the paper (a Nikon D100 that I bought in 2002), I submerged into the Pedernales River for all of one second when I slipped into the river for just a moment. So with that, I was pretty much done with photography except for the errant snapshot with my cellphone.
So for Christmas (and my birthday, Valentine’s Day and my wedding anniversary) I received a camera from my beautiful, wonderful, amazing wife! And after three months of staring at it I thought maybe I should use it for something other than a paper weight. Here’s one I took recently. Not bad for a middle-aged guy who hasn’t worked a camera in what feels like ages.
But this isn’t really a photography blog. I’m sure there are a ton of people running photo blogs who are way more skilled than me with their camera. How did these things get so many damn buttons anyway??? : )
So no, this isn’t really a photo blog. It’s really more of just a personal blog. I’ve had one before but I think I lost focus. And my name isn’t really Sue. It’s an anagram of my old blog so that’s why the title. I thought I’d retain at least a little of it. But the reason I told my history with a camera is to set up the fact that I really enjoyed meeting people and finding out about them and learning and just being…
… being connected.
So this blog is an attempt to be connected to my fellow human beings. My posts will mostly just be my take on the world, things that are important to me. I also hope to now and again add a supporting photo or two…. kinda like I did in a past life.
Thanks for stopping by.
A Boy Named Sue