I don't know. Maybe that's not true. There was more than one step that took me into the rabbit hole, but the work thing was definitely a catalyst. That was 14 years ago.
|14 years?! Yeah, I know - I can't believe it, either.|
|Haha! You wanted to play!|
|It's called getting back on the horse.|
All of which strikes me as a colossal waste of time and why I have precisely zero interest in golf.
|I don't have a snappy comeback here, I just really like this picture.|
Speaking charitably of my innate talent, one could say that I have a nice sense of aesthetic. I certainly like looking at pictures. But this particular hobby is not going to yield profitable cash rewards. (Which isn't to say that won't yield any, just that I won't be making my living at it.) And, some days, it doesn't even yield profitable personal rewards. Sometimes I come home from shooting with a sense of despair, knowing that getting those images on the computer isn't going to make a difference. That my mojo was just missing this time. It's frustrating, stupid; I hate everything about it.
|And then I make a pie. Because pie fixes everything.|
Why? Why invest so much time and money and effort on something so difficult? Why spend 14 years diligently researching and educating myself about a process that has never come easy and which industry is constantly changing?
|The industry's goal is just to make money. This shot wasn't processed at all - how d'ya like THAT, Adobe??|
|Time may stop, but you can pick it up almost anywhere you want to.|
|There is nothing more magical than the sun setting on the ocean.|
Sometimes I get it. But if I don't, there's always a next time.