They made me go outside to get it.

If you see me lighting the runway don’t come up to me, “Excuse me. I’m not trying to do your job but… I’m a photographer and…”. Who isn’t? You’re not even the photographer on the job. Shut up. Read a book. Go play in the traffic because you don’t know the instructions. You’re not intimate to the situation.

So I’m reacquainting myself with the world away from my computer because… you know… the work is out there and it’s only going to be on my computer with a combination of multiple efforts. Saturday night — sit at the pad, go out and waste time on a bad flick, or score a couple of ducats watching young ladies walking in strange clothing on a runway illuminated by my Croatia-made halogens? No contest. I believe many people get lulled into the Lotto mentality where they await their one break. Whereas you hear stories of individuals plucked from obscurity and thrust into the big time, I’ve witnessed alien abductions at a rate of 10,000: 1.

The doors are numerous. Those are your “breaks” and you cannot behold yourself to one door. Because that door that opened for you has another direction possible. Business is an absolute bitch as a creative. As a pro photographer I’ve done more cross reference, analysis, charting than any other commercial endeavor I’ve involved myself in save publishing. In motion design, visual effects, etc. it’s all been about skills and technique. Professional photography is slow and continual torture as it’s more about finding ways to get intimate to bank accounts of the buyers by first somehow leapfrogging their cylindrical receptionist.

Promo cards, web sites, source books, various promo tools don’t weigh as greatly as running into a cat in casual conversation where you find out they’re a creative director at Pleasegivemeawholelotofmoney Advertising. This cat I know started talking to some dude in a slow moving bank line. Cat came to find out dude wanted to go bungee jumping but no one else had ever considered going with him. Cat said he could go in a month barring schedule changes. Cat soon learned dude was a VP at Bigassmoviecompany. Cat was dangling from a rubber band that weekend. When he bounced back he had a 2-movie deal at Bigassmoviecompany. Sproing.

I opened an account at that branch with f!!king skydiving goggles.

Rusty the security guard gets a little nervous when I walk in to check on my negative balance. What a punk.

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