jlw
Rangefinder camera pedant
Every now and then I get to thinking that photography is a frustration and a waste of time and energy. But then something happens like the following, which happened to me last night; thought I'd share it...
...I was doing one of my rare paying jobs, photographing people attending a members' reception at the big art museum here. I was pausing between shots to plan where I'd go next when I was approached by an older, somewhat belligerent-looking man.
"Did you used to take pictures of the old Omaha Ballet?" he asked. I said I had, wondering if he was about to accuse me of having debauched his daughter or something. (I've never debauched anybody's daughter, but you know what kind of reputation photographers have nowadays.)
"And did you used to show at a little gallery about 50th and Dodge streets?" Ah, yes, the Photographers' Gallery -- a doomed venture by an idealistic and well-intentioned lady who thought that it might be possible to develop a collectors' market for local photographers' work. Nice little place... lasted about two years. Cripes, it must have been at least 10, 15 years ago that I was represented there. But I said I had.
"I have four of your pictures that I bought there," he said. "They're beautiful, and they're a nice memento of the dancers who used to be in that company. I still have them hanging on the wall, and I enjoy them every day. I never get tired of looking at them. I just wanted to shake your hand."
So I thanked him, and shook his hand, and thought: Gosh, I hadn't thought about the Photographers' Gallery in ages. But here was someone who still got value out of prints he had bought there... my prints.
Kinda made me think that photography is kinda neat...
...I was doing one of my rare paying jobs, photographing people attending a members' reception at the big art museum here. I was pausing between shots to plan where I'd go next when I was approached by an older, somewhat belligerent-looking man.
"Did you used to take pictures of the old Omaha Ballet?" he asked. I said I had, wondering if he was about to accuse me of having debauched his daughter or something. (I've never debauched anybody's daughter, but you know what kind of reputation photographers have nowadays.)
"And did you used to show at a little gallery about 50th and Dodge streets?" Ah, yes, the Photographers' Gallery -- a doomed venture by an idealistic and well-intentioned lady who thought that it might be possible to develop a collectors' market for local photographers' work. Nice little place... lasted about two years. Cripes, it must have been at least 10, 15 years ago that I was represented there. But I said I had.
"I have four of your pictures that I bought there," he said. "They're beautiful, and they're a nice memento of the dancers who used to be in that company. I still have them hanging on the wall, and I enjoy them every day. I never get tired of looking at them. I just wanted to shake your hand."
So I thanked him, and shook his hand, and thought: Gosh, I hadn't thought about the Photographers' Gallery in ages. But here was someone who still got value out of prints he had bought there... my prints.
Kinda made me think that photography is kinda neat...