Photographers, heck… everyone, learn from my failure… PLEASE!


For those who follow me on social networks, you may have noticed that I’ve been somewhat quiet regarding publishing new images over the past couple of months. There is a very good reason for that, and I’m here to share with you why that is, and hope that you will heed the message of lessons I learned… the hard way.

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There is no such thing as the “One Size Fits All” photographer


There’s something in the water folks! It seems the last-minute scramble for soon-to-be-wed couples to secure a photographer for September is in full swing. Over the past month, I have been excitedly approached by several people, some who are couples that are getting married, and others who know engaged couples that are looking for a photographer to capture their special day. It never fails that they quickly have a rather perplexed look on their face when I respectfully decline and offer to point them to some fantastic photographers that I know who would be able to help them. You may have a similar look on your face now as well. After all, with how sour the current economy is across the board, who in their right mind would turn down good paying work? I will… and I will give you some insight about why! Continue reading

Opprimo multi-negotium


In the distant past, I remember playing in the back yard, bored to tears and struggling to find something to keep me entertained. I was a single child with two teachers for parents, so I had to learn the masterful art of self-entertainment at an early age. Those long summer days seemed to me like time had the consistency of chilled molasses. It’s amazing how kids’ perspectives on the time when school is out are magnified, yet for adults, there’s never enough time in the day, which is a year-round misery. Being a parent tends to put an underscore on this vast difference in time availability as we often get assaulted by those innocently (or not so innocently) repetitive inquiries, “So what are we doing today, Mom/Dad?” or the ever faithful, whiny “I’m booooooored!” that sends panic up and down a parent’s spine. Thoughts of how much we can bend child labor laws admittedly do cross my mind when this happens. Continue reading