Today’s post is a bitchfest –
(I’ll be more cheerful tomorrow – I promise!)
I hope you had a great weekend.
I was on duty as a photographer for a local high school’s winter formal on Saturday.
The worst thing about that job?
Listening to obnoxious parents (there’s always at least one!) who thinks they’re an expert photographer when it’s clear they don’t know shit.
I don’t have a problem with people/parents/family/friends taking photos – they should!
I do have a problem with people pretending to be something they’re not.
(And really, that’s true for all areas of life – not just photography.)
Thanks to a terrible car accident, I’ve gone to physical therapy for about 5 of the last 6 years of my life.
I know way more than most people about physical therapy.
I am not a physical therapist.
I don’t pretend to be one when I’m out in public either.
I also know the basics of commercial photography.
I probably know more about it than Average Joe walking down the street –
I’ve taken a class or two on the subject and I’ve had a few minutes of experience.
Put me in a commercial studio, and I could do a (very) basic light set up and maybe even pull off a couple poor photos.
(I know just enough to make a mess of things.)
I’m not about to go around pretending to be a commercial photographer.
I’m a blogger, and a photographer.
At what point did I start considering myself a professional photographer?
After a year (or more) of total strangers buying my photos to hang in their houses.
Own who, and what, you are (and who you’re NOT) people – !
If you’re a mom with a camera – you’re a mom with a camera. You might even be “that annoying mom with a camera.”
OK, I’m done ranting ….
(Sheesh! I’m not even PMSing! Can you tell someone annyoyed the hell out of me?)
I did a lot of photo editing over the weekend.
I’m so behind on so many blog, and photography, related items right now – I’m considering hiring someone to help me out on a part-time and/or occasional basis.
(I wake up each day and say hello to hundreds of unanswered emails and to piles and piles of photo editing projects. Did you know I have the type of personality that stresses out when important details are falling through the cracks? Did you know I’ve been taking on more photo projects than a single one-armed person can do?)
Tomorrow I’m meeting with some web designers to fix a few things that weren’t done correctly when my website was redesigned.
(I think I’m going to write a post titled, “What you should know before hiring a web designer.”
I’m sure thousands of people would like to NOT make the mistakes I have – !)
What does all this bitching mean?
Well, sadly, I didn’t get time to enjoy our beautiful weekend at all. Temps were in the 80’s (27C) both days and the beach was calling my name.
As I edited photos, and tried to make a dent in everything I’m behind on, I did get to watch a road runner hang out for hours in our backyard on Sunday.
Road runners make me smile and I never tire of seeing them.
(Also? They eat rattlesnakes so they’re always welcome in my yard.)
In addition, I had the opportunity to take some really beautiful photos –
Corsages and boutineers are still an important part of high school dances.
I love being able to do what I’m passionate about.
Especially since it’s been a long, hard, road just to be able to hold a camera again.
As a side note -
My camera and I have been kicked out of two “public” locations in the last week. I realize everyone is more security conscious post-September 11th,
Do I look like the suspicious type?
Is everyone with a camera now considered a danger?