<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889813583676148245</id><updated>2024-09-01T21:08:41.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Washington DC Photographer</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Washington DC Photographer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980657275272578609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889813583676148245.post-448926513243665757</id><published>2015-01-26T08:07:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2015-01-26T08:07:53.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traveling Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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 DC, hello Mississippi.  As I sit here on a flight for an out-of-town 
shoot, I find it so interesting how my mind wanders.  I used to get so 
excited about business trips.  Now I just dread the time away from my 
family.  Don&#39;t get me wrong... I love what I do.  But, there is 
something amazing about coming home from a job and seeing Benjamin&#39;s 
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 and snuggling with Tina, even when we are both too exhausted for 
conversation.  So as I sit here, I think about the mundane-- did I lock 
the door?...did we pay the mortgage?...I really need to start working on
 taxes.  I think about serious matters-- what if something horrible 
happens on this flight?...should we have life insurance?...what 
wonderful new things will Benjamin do this month?  I have plenty of 
notes for my shoot that I should read, lots of editing to do, and my 
eyes could certainly use a rest.  But instead, I just ponder life.  I 
wonder if flying has this effect on everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/feeds/448926513243665757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6889813583676148245/448926513243665757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/448926513243665757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/448926513243665757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/2015/01/traveling-man.html' title='Traveling Man'/><author><name>Washington DC Photographer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980657275272578609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqAZdonpM1aNRZPubgkxAVhFnBX365SeHdCpncBOBzeDkGtY_GnVctqFtuAWGfTsiWnx_bjgQ2sbHQfS_8r1gk2iKHgK_LmtQOK7VIjLOtTcEqytnHiLTr4lo98L9AyVz8LhOldgBT5J2h/s72-c/wings.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889813583676148245.post-925887458987520774</id><published>2013-03-23T08:33:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2013-03-23T08:35:37.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photojounalism, Editorialized Documentary Photography and Sensationalism</title><content type='html'>This is a really interesting article, illustrating some interesting exhibits:&lt;br /&gt;
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But, I&#39;m not sure I agree with the premise.&amp;nbsp; I think of &quot;documentary&quot; work as still aiming to be unbiased, hence &quot;documenting.&quot;&amp;nbsp; What the author describes seems to be more editorial.&amp;nbsp; But, it is interesting, and this raises an important question of whether some photography, whether journalistic, editorial, or art, just goes for shock value.&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s human nature, that we all rubber-neck at an accident, even if horrified, because curiosity in the tragic, piques our interest.&amp;nbsp; At the same time, photographers often feel an obligation to show the world what is happening, without judgement, which in turn may spark some action.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s a fine line.&amp;nbsp; In any case, this one is worth a read.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/feeds/925887458987520774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6889813583676148245/925887458987520774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/925887458987520774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/925887458987520774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/2013/03/photojounalism-editorialized.html' title='Photojounalism, Editorialized Documentary Photography and Sensationalism'/><author><name>Washington DC Photographer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980657275272578609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889813583676148245.post-188911772091967622</id><published>2013-03-20T07:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-03-20T07:48:52.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The importance of Good Karma in Photography and Business</title><content type='html'>Recently my website was the target of an attack by another photographer. &amp;nbsp;Rather than harp on the technical details of what happened, or why, I figured I would focus on what I think are the root causes and solutions.&lt;div&gt;
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We know it&#39;s a dog eat dog world out there. &amp;nbsp;Face it there is a limited amount of work and we are all scrapping for a piece of the pie. &amp;nbsp;Most of us are upstanding business-people, who do everything on the up and up. &amp;nbsp;But, there are those that are so bitter about another person&#39;s success that they focus all their energy on taking their competition out, rather than improving their own work.&lt;/div&gt;
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So if something like this happens to you, and believe me if you do well, it will, what recourse do you have... Certainly not to stoop to that level and play petty war games. &amp;nbsp;I think the best solution is to fight negative energy with positive energy.&lt;/div&gt;
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I know it sounds a little Pollyanna-ish, but it does work. &amp;nbsp;On a technical level, if you focus on doing good work, you will build a strong following. &amp;nbsp;Your happy clients will provide good feedback both e-versions and real-world word of mouth. &amp;nbsp;And, that will eventually overshadow the false negatives from an embittered competitor.&lt;/div&gt;
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On psychological level, if you focus all your energy and catching the culprit, your work will suffer, and more importantly, your state of mind. &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s tempting...Believe me, I wanted to cancel my jobs this week and hire the best investigative team to figure this out. &amp;nbsp;But, the better solution is to fight fire with water, and go do good work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Plus, if you feed the ego of the culprit, and let it get to you, they will only continue. &amp;nbsp;If you not only succeed, but flourish, in the face of their barrage, that person will eventually get bored and move on.&lt;/div&gt;
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The last point I want to make to any would-be assailants out there, is that we photographers are a community of brothers. &amp;nbsp;If we destroy each other, the whole ship will go down. &amp;nbsp;If we hold each other up, have open lines of communication and help each other out, we can all succeed together.&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/feeds/188911772091967622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6889813583676148245/188911772091967622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/188911772091967622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/188911772091967622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/2013/03/the-importance-of-good-karma-in.html' title='The importance of Good Karma in Photography and Business'/><author><name>Washington DC Photographer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980657275272578609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889813583676148245.post-2489081135753189486</id><published>2012-12-31T13:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-12-31T13:09:33.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When it *is* OK to work for Free</title><content type='html'>I just came across a post on a popular business photography blog explaining how there is *never* any justification for providing free photography, no &quot;ifs,&quot; &quot;ands&quot; or &quot;buts.&quot;&amp;nbsp; While in general I agree with the sentiment, I think there are exceptions.&lt;br /&gt;
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Most professional photographers get very angry when amateurs or newbies offer services cheap or free, and justifiably so.&amp;nbsp; The arguments made by the freebies -- &quot;It&#39;s a great way to break in,&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;It&#39;s a good way to practice my lighting,&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;It&#39;s promotion for my business,&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;I have a day job, and this is just for fun.&quot;&amp;nbsp; Of course every professional photographer knows how ridiculous these arguments are.&amp;nbsp; We know that once you are categorized as &quot;cheap/free&quot; the rate does not go up.&amp;nbsp; We know that you are pulling the whole market value down, by lowering clients&#39; expectations.&amp;nbsp; And, we know that it is the real professionals like us, who will suffer, because some amateurs want to offer a free service.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I was starting out, thanks to a great mentor, I did charge appropriate rates.&amp;nbsp; It was difficult to do.&amp;nbsp; I thought no one would pay so much for someone with so little experience.&amp;nbsp; The point that was made to me then was that I was offering a service, and guaranteeing a certain level of quality, regardless of my experience.&amp;nbsp; And the rate must be commensurate with the product.&amp;nbsp; I didn&#39;t tell my clients, &quot;It&#39;s free because I&#39;ll do a bad job.&quot;&amp;nbsp; Quite the opposite, I told them I would deliver excellent work, maybe even better than those guys with years more experience.&amp;nbsp; The price should be based on the product, and not what our emotions tell us.&lt;br /&gt;
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All that being said, there is another situation where I think offering our services for free is justifiable.&amp;nbsp; Just the other day, I had a job photographing an event for neglected, abused, and abandoned children.&amp;nbsp; It was hosted by a non-profit organization.&amp;nbsp; And, while I did get paid this for this job, the money did not come from them.&amp;nbsp; It came from a major advertising agency that offered pro-bono services to this group.&amp;nbsp; This was an incredibly rewarding experience for me.&amp;nbsp; Just seeing how these children&#39;s lives had been changed by some of the most basic amenities that I take for granted was very moving.&amp;nbsp; And, providing images that could help them, even in the most remote way, gave me a great sense of pride.&lt;br /&gt;
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The experience really changed my outlook.&amp;nbsp; There are situations where I think doing the right thing and helping to heal the world overrules the laws of good business.&amp;nbsp; I know this can be a slippery slope.&amp;nbsp; I know it all too well.&amp;nbsp; Just the other day, I lost a big job to a major client, because another photographer offered to do it for free.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s a dog-eat-dog world, and we need to survive.&amp;nbsp; But, I still think there are times, when we should go out of our way to give back.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s something worth thinking about anyway, especially this time of year.&amp;nbsp; Just some food for thought.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/feeds/2489081135753189486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6889813583676148245/2489081135753189486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/2489081135753189486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/2489081135753189486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/2012/12/when-it-is-ok-to-work-for-free-i-just.html' title='When it *is* OK to work for Free'/><author><name>Washington DC Photographer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980657275272578609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889813583676148245.post-7117407058453683204</id><published>2012-11-05T08:39:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2012-11-05T08:43:09.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to blog about in a down economy?!?!?</title><content type='html'>Countless marketing seminars tell us photographers we should use 
blogs, twitter, facebook, tweetface, or whatever other social media 
outlet comes next to gain a broader audience.&amp;nbsp; This is the best way to 
market, we are told, but we cannot make it look like marketing.&amp;nbsp; We need
 to blog about something meaningful and personal to us...something that 
will get art directors and editors interested in our lives outside of the business of photography...something that 
will show them what we are really passionate about.&lt;br /&gt;
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always had trouble coming up with something meaningful to say.&amp;nbsp; I had
 this blog for years before I felt like I had actually written something personal.&amp;nbsp; And, that took a trip to Germany, visiting a concentration camp where my grandparents were interned.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t do that sort of thing every week.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, what are we photographers to blog about?&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s especially hard now, when many of us are worried about our bottom lines.&amp;nbsp; New clients, especially those willing to pay for the value of good photography, are fewer and farther between.&amp;nbsp; Don&#39;t get me wrong, there is work out there, and some photographers are very busy.&amp;nbsp; But, many of us are scrapping to keep our businesses sustainable.&lt;br /&gt;
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Amidst the stress of running a business, and often with families to support, we are supposed to somehow come up with some amazing insights about ourselves and show our personal work, all in the name of marketing, but not really...&amp;nbsp; I recently attended an APA meeting where a very talented photographer said if you aren&#39;t working on at least one personal project every few months, you should get out of photography.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;
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I mean sure, I had dreams of traveling the world, covering all the human interest stories that struck my fancy.&amp;nbsp; But, more often than not, I&#39;m photographing corporate portraits in a law firm.&amp;nbsp; I do my best to create a very high quality product, but it&#39;s not necessarily an experience that&#39;s blogworthy.&lt;br /&gt;
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On the other hand, I have seen many photographers resort to tips on how to find business in a down economy.&amp;nbsp; To be fair, I&#39;m sure that is something that is real and personal to all of us photographers.&amp;nbsp; But, if these tipsters were so good at drumming up work, they would probably have something more interesting to write about. &lt;br /&gt;
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This weekend, I was speaking with a photographer colleague of mine, complaining that the sky was falling, and that I had to do some personal work, something meaningful, something I could write about.&amp;nbsp; His response.&amp;nbsp; &quot;Dude you need to find a hobby.&quot;&amp;nbsp; He told me I should separate work and life and enjoy myself a little on the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;
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That really made me think.&amp;nbsp; Maybe the problem is not that I have nothing to say, but that I&#39;m trying to hard to say something.&amp;nbsp; You don&#39;t have to be a David Burnett (my personal photography idol by the way), to say something meaningful. &amp;nbsp; You just have to say what&#39;s meaningful to you.&amp;nbsp; If that&#39;s talking about a nice afternoon you spent reading with your wife, so be it.&amp;nbsp; Speaking of which, I better get going.&amp;nbsp; I have a date.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/feeds/7117407058453683204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6889813583676148245/7117407058453683204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/7117407058453683204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/7117407058453683204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/2012/11/what-to-blog-about-in-down-economy.html' title='What to blog about in a down economy?!?!?'/><author><name>Washington DC Photographer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980657275272578609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889813583676148245.post-6033163091455143628</id><published>2012-07-29T17:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-29T17:57:19.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camera and Photographer as One</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to repost this, since it&#39;s pretty interesting...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://blogs.nppa.org/advocacy/2012/07/12/you-and-your-camera-as-one-in-your-heart-and-in-the-eyes-of-the-law/&quot;&gt;http://blogs.nppa.org/advocacy/2012/07/12/you-and-your-camera-as-one-in-your-heart-and-in-the-eyes-of-the-law/&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/feeds/6033163091455143628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6889813583676148245/6033163091455143628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/6033163091455143628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/6033163091455143628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/2012/07/camera-and-photographer-as-one.html' title='Camera and Photographer as One'/><author><name>Washington DC Photographer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980657275272578609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889813583676148245.post-6907077341444705947</id><published>2012-06-21T11:29:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-26T08:08:56.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dachau</title><content type='html'>On a recent trip to Germany, I met my future in-laws and discovered the rustic beauty of Bavaria.&amp;nbsp; The rolling hills.&amp;nbsp; The stunning lakes.&amp;nbsp; Countless Beer Gardens.&amp;nbsp; And, the glorious, wonderful people.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s a magical place, complete with castles and plump, jolly characters, straight out of the storybooks.&amp;nbsp; But, hidden just miles from these beautiful sites, is a place that holds a much darker story -- a history that many people would like to forget. &lt;br /&gt;
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This is Dachau...The first Nazi Concentration Camp.&amp;nbsp; And, a place both of my grandparents barely escaped with their lives.&amp;nbsp; This is not another lesson in the horrors of the Holocaust.&amp;nbsp; There are plenty of those.&amp;nbsp; This is just my personal story...The story of a descendent of Jewish survivors...The story of my first experience visiting the site where they were robbed of their childhoods.&lt;br /&gt;
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As we walked, arm and arm, down the long winding path to the camp, my fiance and I were very nervous.&amp;nbsp; She had been here many times in the past.&amp;nbsp; But this time was different.&amp;nbsp; There is a sense of guilt felt by many Germans that anyone else simply cannot understand.&amp;nbsp; Her family had no involvement with the Nazi party.&amp;nbsp; And, even though her parents were babies when my grandparents were here, they still apologized to me.&amp;nbsp; My soon-to-be father-in-law told me he was embarrassed to be a German.&lt;br /&gt;
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I didn&#39;t know how to feel.&amp;nbsp; The experience had been rather unremarkable so far -- people walking and smiling, the soft sounds of children&#39;s laughter in the distance, and a simple sign marking the direction of the memorial site.&amp;nbsp; Yet I also felt something in the pit of my stomach.&amp;nbsp; What was I going to see?&amp;nbsp; Would I be able to handle it?&amp;nbsp; Would my fiance understand the sadness that might come over me? &lt;br /&gt;
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Once we entered the camp, it was like sensory overload.&amp;nbsp; I was just trying to decode everything I saw.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There were no emotions.&amp;nbsp; Just information gathering.&amp;nbsp; I tried to fit everything nicely into the puzzle in my head.&amp;nbsp; &quot;Oh, there&#39;s a barrick!, and there&#39;s a guard tower&quot; I nudged my fiance.&amp;nbsp; &quot;This is the big open square where they marched everybody out to sounds of classical music.&quot;&amp;nbsp; She nodded.&amp;nbsp; I got upset.&amp;nbsp; &quot;No, no.&amp;nbsp; Don&#39;t you understand how important this is?&amp;nbsp; My grandparents stood here.&amp;nbsp; This is where people were lined up, and murdered.&quot;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I felt myself trying to convince her of the gravity of it all.&amp;nbsp; We entered a barrick and overheard an English tour.&amp;nbsp; &quot;After the war, the rest of the barricks were burned down to kill the rampant disease.&amp;nbsp; This is the only one that still stands.&amp;nbsp; It was a model unit used by the SS to give visitors a false impression that inmates were treated humanely.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;The real units had no toilets.&amp;nbsp; Inmates would urinate and defecate on the ground.&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Did you hear that,&quot;&amp;nbsp; I elbowed my fiance.&amp;nbsp; &quot;Yes,&quot; she looked at me somewhat annoyed&lt;br /&gt;
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We walked outside and I suggested we go look at some of the memorials.&amp;nbsp; There are plenty there.&amp;nbsp; Dachau was a camp that held not just Jews, but political prisoners, German resisters, and people of many faiths.&amp;nbsp; We walked up to a rather strange structure.&amp;nbsp; It looked like a jumble of metal with no real purpose.&amp;nbsp; We both commented on how ugly it was.&amp;nbsp; Then we overheard some passersby discussing the site.&lt;br /&gt;
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It had actually been created by an artist to depict a common occurrence at the camp.&amp;nbsp; Prisoners who had given up on survival, starved and depressed, would simply walk into the electrified fence.&amp;nbsp; If the voltage didn&#39;t kill them, shots from the the guard tower would. &lt;br /&gt;
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Suddenly I felt weak-kneed. And, a flood of emotions came over me.&amp;nbsp; Until this point, I had tried to convince myself of what I should be feeling.&amp;nbsp; But, now for the first time, I actually imagined my grandparents standing here.&amp;nbsp; The despair of their situation.&amp;nbsp; The hopelessness.&amp;nbsp; My grandmother often told me the only reason she survived was because she thought she might see her family again.&amp;nbsp; In reality, they had all been killed.&lt;br /&gt;
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I looked at my fiance and she was teary-eyed.&amp;nbsp; Neither of us said anything.&amp;nbsp; She just took my arm and we walked on.&lt;br /&gt;
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Before today, it had been been bright, sunny and scorching hot.&amp;nbsp; I can&#39;t explain why it was overcast the one day we chose to visit Dachau.&amp;nbsp; Cloudy and cool, a soft breeze and gentle mist in the air.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t believe in ghosts, or fate.&amp;nbsp; So, it must have been a coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;
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We walked around the camp for a while.&amp;nbsp; My fiance reminded me to take some pictures.&amp;nbsp; And, I did.&amp;nbsp; Then we came to the spot I had been dreading.&amp;nbsp; The showers.&amp;nbsp; I had heard the stories before.&amp;nbsp; In college, I took a Holocaust history class, where everything was explained in graphic detail.&amp;nbsp; Prisoners were told to take off their clothes and enter the showers to clean themselves off.&lt;br /&gt;
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Once they got inside, the doors were slammed shut, and a gas bomb was 
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Eventually, they would lose control of their bowels, before they would finally succumb.&lt;br /&gt;
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We stood inside the gas chamber and I felt sick.&amp;nbsp; I thought I was going to throw up.&amp;nbsp; I didn&#39;t think about what happened there.&amp;nbsp; I couldn&#39;t.&amp;nbsp; I just felt the raw emotions.&lt;br /&gt;
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Looking at the way the building was set up, you could see how systematic and well organized everything was.&amp;nbsp; There were two separate entrances.&amp;nbsp; The prisoners would enter a waiting room with instructions and benches to hold their clothes.&lt;br /&gt;
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On the other side of the &quot;shower&quot; room was the crematorium, with a separate entrance for the SS.&amp;nbsp; The bodies were literally taken out of the gas chamber and shoveled right into the ovens to be cremated.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t think there is any way I could have known what I was going to experience at Dachau.&amp;nbsp; Even now I&#39;m not sure how to explain it.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s a part of the past that is so far removed from what Germany is today.&amp;nbsp; The people, the culture, the beautiful landscape.&amp;nbsp; These are the things that helped shape the wonderful person that I love.&amp;nbsp; But, Dachau does exist.&amp;nbsp; A piece of living, breathing history that is real.&lt;br /&gt;
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Many would like to forget, not because they deny The Holocaust, but because it&#39;s easier not remember.&amp;nbsp; I see things differently.&amp;nbsp; This is not a sore spot in German history.&amp;nbsp; This is a sore spot in human-kind.&amp;nbsp; And, the greatest legacy we can offer, is never to forget.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/feeds/6907077341444705947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6889813583676148245/6907077341444705947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/6907077341444705947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/6907077341444705947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/2012/06/on-recent-trip-to-germany-i-met-my.html' title='Dachau'/><author><name>Washington DC Photographer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980657275272578609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEvEIxFefmzJjstIn0cq3AWveU3kVabmel2_7UQso-Z2LtxG6C5scC4cHDnkh7kU36TN5YHkQu6sQ44jqT1fWAbbIVvTqbNCDgook3d45EvRgFekJrlXkUXBbnKNmvDfgMpKX2_oc0AKZb/s72-c/dachau_cc_001.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889813583676148245.post-2343105728122279709</id><published>2012-01-04T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T11:19:13.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of an Era</title><content type='html'>Well, no one would dispute the fact that the war is over and digital has won.  But, it&#39;s still sad to see a powerhouse like Kodak struggle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.businessweek.com/ap/financialnews/D9S1OOP00.htm&quot;&gt;Kodak in danger of shares being delisted from NYSE&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/feeds/2343105728122279709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6889813583676148245/2343105728122279709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/2343105728122279709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/2343105728122279709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/2012/01/end-of-era.html' title='The End of an Era'/><author><name>Washington DC Photographer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980657275272578609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889813583676148245.post-5247257742870771135</id><published>2011-11-17T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T11:10:53.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Shameless Photoshelter Plug</title><content type='html'>I&#39;ve used the power of photoshelter again, this time to publish my wedding website below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.aaronclamagephoto.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washington DC Wedding Photographer&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/feeds/5247257742870771135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6889813583676148245/5247257742870771135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/5247257742870771135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/5247257742870771135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/2011/11/another-shameless-photoshelter-plug.html' title='Another Shameless Photoshelter Plug'/><author><name>Washington DC Photographer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980657275272578609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889813583676148245.post-4474655080775012403</id><published>2011-06-29T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T08:00:19.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshelter Site and Plug</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to post a shameless plug for my photoshelter site - &lt;a href=&quot;http://washington-dc.photoshelter.com&quot;&gt;Washington DC Executive Headshot Photographer&lt;/a&gt;.  This is not only where I post my client galleries but also seconds as another portfolio site.  &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.photoshelter.com&quot;&gt;Photoshelter&lt;/a&gt; is a great resource for photographers.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/feeds/4474655080775012403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6889813583676148245/4474655080775012403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/4474655080775012403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/4474655080775012403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/2011/06/photoshelter-site-and-plug.html' title='Photoshelter Site and Plug'/><author><name>Washington DC Photographer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980657275272578609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889813583676148245.post-7048409272828764669</id><published>2010-02-05T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T14:23:10.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting blog, interesting work...</title><content type='html'>This is a very cool blog written by a small group of local artists, working in a variety of media:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://next7miles.com&quot;&gt;http://next7miles.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am one of the contributers ;)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/feeds/7048409272828764669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6889813583676148245/7048409272828764669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/7048409272828764669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/7048409272828764669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/2010/02/interesting-blog-interesting-work.html' title='Interesting blog, interesting work...'/><author><name>Washington DC Photographer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980657275272578609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889813583676148245.post-3376018370029336347</id><published>2010-01-07T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T19:26:41.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplicity -- Robert Bergman</title><content type='html'>This cinderella story of a photographer/artist finally receiving recognition in the twilight of his career, is all over the news.  I haven&#39;t seen more than a few of his photographs so far.  But, from what I have seen, they look quite simple technically.  Just goes to show you don&#39;t have to use tons of equipment to make a compelling image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/10/12/AR2009101202981.html&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washington Post Article&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748704471504574445390823842348.html&quot;&gt;Wall Street Journal Article&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bergman&#39;s work is currently on exhibit at The National Gallery.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/feeds/3376018370029336347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6889813583676148245/3376018370029336347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/3376018370029336347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/3376018370029336347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/2010/01/simplicity-robert-bergman.html' title='Simplicity -- Robert Bergman'/><author><name>Washington DC Photographer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980657275272578609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889813583676148245.post-5483375929006770278</id><published>2009-12-26T09:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T09:44:55.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Torture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSW01yg3IkZGEW08aJl-CwN_XmXu_eb7Gn8uXMd2HffIiMpYT-YNnsLZmY9UtQ4_lyG6tduZNacwn8-mVL2HjxYJP2-sSF4zs3ZVNPm71KceQnCgSc494vzAsZrgMWxZQmKNe-n6StcBJp/s1600-h/AVAAZ001.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 216px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSW01yg3IkZGEW08aJl-CwN_XmXu_eb7Gn8uXMd2HffIiMpYT-YNnsLZmY9UtQ4_lyG6tduZNacwn8-mVL2HjxYJP2-sSF4zs3ZVNPm71KceQnCgSc494vzAsZrgMWxZQmKNe-n6StcBJp/s320/AVAAZ001.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419600403137217442&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With all the news about closing Guantonamo, I thought this might be topical.  I don’t know how I feel personally.  At this point, it seems like an empty gesture…  Most of the detainees are going to be relocated to another prison facility where they will continue to be held indefinitely without trial.  It’s a messy situation.  I don’t believe the ends justify the means.  I’m sure some innocent people got swept up post 9/11.  People will say anything under duress.  At heart, I am an idealist and what the previous administration did is definitely wrong.  But, I don’t necessarily want suspected terrorists released into my neighborhood because they were tortured or improperly held.   They might just be guilty. &lt;p&gt;Here are some shots of AVAAZ’s recent campaign against torture in the DC subways.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgezVN3e376m_GZjpB5afWAYTkpgLJZGSP1zlBZCTTjqe-TrxS84ngy5zQ7I8abhPNcl2Wnn2_YdCcKVYnLQLx1uCIMJ8-wk2dyaEUFC8PY2yVM2o7rDG-oRt6bvFWMX0VGTPJtHLYp-zYg/s1600-h/AVAAZ002.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgezVN3e376m_GZjpB5afWAYTkpgLJZGSP1zlBZCTTjqe-TrxS84ngy5zQ7I8abhPNcl2Wnn2_YdCcKVYnLQLx1uCIMJ8-wk2dyaEUFC8PY2yVM2o7rDG-oRt6bvFWMX0VGTPJtHLYp-zYg/s320/AVAAZ002.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419600574682175794&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTUWsRoyV9pLA1ZpV7yJLsKJxIm-MKhPntkyaUH3uaII84e1s1cDuKCPeRZYllwrkFGwoaQvNB3rOjjJsC42DIXtwUj8bjo6jqX_31pZ3s7y2m6Skdznpp9Iq78f8KkMysgYNYwhl9lufp/s1600-h/AVAAZ003.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTUWsRoyV9pLA1ZpV7yJLsKJxIm-MKhPntkyaUH3uaII84e1s1cDuKCPeRZYllwrkFGwoaQvNB3rOjjJsC42DIXtwUj8bjo6jqX_31pZ3s7y2m6Skdznpp9Iq78f8KkMysgYNYwhl9lufp/s320/AVAAZ003.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419600928776592946&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZcVCf6ae69B7miNl7dBw-E21HRLERxPn6Ms1MIZV5aWzP3CEMZIEYrXaESSiOiIA32evVh3XQ7j4gw0h__GXh5h5EbR9_jmgmGSXswGYzl-RI6Tq3E4GBfQ3kAlBqQgYE9P0vOs_o5u6a/s1600-h/AVAAZ004.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZcVCf6ae69B7miNl7dBw-E21HRLERxPn6Ms1MIZV5aWzP3CEMZIEYrXaESSiOiIA32evVh3XQ7j4gw0h__GXh5h5EbR9_jmgmGSXswGYzl-RI6Tq3E4GBfQ3kAlBqQgYE9P0vOs_o5u6a/s320/AVAAZ004.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419601093805400018&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/feeds/5483375929006770278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6889813583676148245/5483375929006770278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/5483375929006770278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/5483375929006770278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/2009/12/torture.html' title='Torture'/><author><name>Washington DC Photographer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980657275272578609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSW01yg3IkZGEW08aJl-CwN_XmXu_eb7Gn8uXMd2HffIiMpYT-YNnsLZmY9UtQ4_lyG6tduZNacwn8-mVL2HjxYJP2-sSF4zs3ZVNPm71KceQnCgSc494vzAsZrgMWxZQmKNe-n6StcBJp/s72-c/AVAAZ001.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889813583676148245.post-7270756071350166103</id><published>2009-07-01T14:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:28:29.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The State of the Industry</title><content type='html'>I don&#39;t want to be one of these photography bloggers that only complains about the business side of things.  I mean when it comes down to it, I get paid to do what I love.  Nothing could be better than that.  But, certain things do need to be said.  And, at a time, when so many of us are sitting at home desperately waiting for the phone to ring, it&#39;s important to remind ourselves that certain jobs should be turned down.  Case in point: I received the following from a reputable magazine in London (all identifying info removed):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;I have seen your website and wanted to get in touch with regards to possibly shooting for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;We are about to update our guide to Washington and need to photograph a selection of 80 places (restaurants, shops, hotels and some sights) for our new edition. The places featured will be chosen by our editor and we will also want to photograph 2 areas outside of Washington which visitor could do as a day trip. We would provide you with a shoot list by August 14th and would need the photos by September 18th.  The overall fee is £2400, and an additional £200 if you are also happy to photograph the 2 trips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;Our photographers have to be &quot;good all rounders&quot; as we need pretty much everything photographed across a guide: interiors, exteriors, sights, people, details, nightlife etc.  We require a choice of 10-15 images per place (different angles, exteriors, interiors, details etc). Most photographers take around 2 weeks for this but you would have up to 4 weeks (we pay a set fee so it&#39;s up to the photographer how they work).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;I should also say that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;&quot; &gt;Foo Magazine Company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt; retains the copyright to the images, which is mainly as some of our magazines sometimes need to re-use the photos or we may also need to re-use some in other guides. If this all sounds interesting to you, I&#39;d love to hear from you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;Many thanks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;&quot; &gt;Some Photo Editor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let&#39;s recap here. Converting from pounds to dollars, this comes to $3966.24, divided by 80, means they are paying $49.58 per location.  That barely covers mileage and parking (remember these are locations in DC). And, they want us to do this in two weeks.  Well, if we include weekends, 80 divided by 14, means we have to shoot about 6 locations per day!  That might be OK, if they didn&#39;t want us to shoot &quot;pretty much everything... interiors, exteriors, sights, people, details, nightlife, etc.&quot;  Oh, and one more minor detail, they want the copyright!  OK, I know this is editorial.  And, we photographers are used to being told what the rates are in these cases.  But, this is ridiculous.  And, an even sadder fact is that they will find someone to do it, further dragging down the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I implore all photographers to think twice before taking jobs like these, even if tough times, because once we do, there is no going back.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/feeds/7270756071350166103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6889813583676148245/7270756071350166103' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/7270756071350166103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/7270756071350166103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/2009/07/state-of-industry.html' title='The State of the Industry'/><author><name>Washington DC Photographer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980657275272578609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889813583676148245.post-4022734737849285592</id><published>2009-06-12T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T08:42:01.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>65th Anniversary of D-Day</title><content type='html'>This may be old news by now, but here are some good shots by a familiar photog: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.time.com/time/photoessays/2009/d_day_faces_burnett/&quot;&gt;faces of d-day&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/feeds/4022734737849285592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6889813583676148245/4022734737849285592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/4022734737849285592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/4022734737849285592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/2009/06/65th-anniversary-of-d-day.html' title='65th Anniversary of D-Day'/><author><name>Washington DC Photographer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980657275272578609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889813583676148245.post-4038559176796305560</id><published>2009-06-02T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:46:41.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vendor Client Relationship</title><content type='html'>All of us photographers that frequently feel guilty and back down on our pricing should watch this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R2a8TRSgzZY&quot;&gt;Vendor Client Relationship&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/feeds/4038559176796305560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6889813583676148245/4038559176796305560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/4038559176796305560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/4038559176796305560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/2009/06/vendor-client-relationship.html' title='Vendor Client Relationship'/><author><name>Washington DC Photographer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980657275272578609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889813583676148245.post-4833203777054601230</id><published>2009-05-19T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:51:40.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NY Times Photoblog</title><content type='html'>For those of you who live under a rock, the New York Times has just launched a new photoblog called &lt;a href=&quot;http://lens.blogs.nytimes.com/&quot;&gt;lens&lt;/a&gt;.  Not only is it pretty impressive to view in full-screen mode, but the pictures aren&#39;t bad either.  Definitely, check it out!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/feeds/4833203777054601230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6889813583676148245/4833203777054601230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/4833203777054601230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/4833203777054601230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/2009/05/ny-times-photoblog.html' title='NY Times Photoblog'/><author><name>Washington DC Photographer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980657275272578609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889813583676148245.post-3467343646026956353</id><published>2009-04-20T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:19:49.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Second Chances...</title><content type='html'>There is an interesting &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.aphotoeditor.com/2009/04/17/why-would-you-quit-working-with-a-freelancer/&quot;&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; and comment thread on &quot;A Photo Editor,&quot; about the harsh world of editorial photography.  The gist is the main reason to not get a call back is a screw up and once you&#39;re done, your done.  That is probably true with a given client, and especially with higher end clients.  But, I don&#39;t think one screwed up job ends your days as a photographer.  And, I would like to meet the photographer that has never screwed up.  Of course, the best way to get a call back is consistent good work, but it takes practice to get there... A wise man once told me, never believe anyone that always tells you your pictures are awful, and never believe anyone that always tells you your pictures are great.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/feeds/3467343646026956353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6889813583676148245/3467343646026956353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/3467343646026956353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/3467343646026956353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-second-chances.html' title='No Second Chances...'/><author><name>Washington DC Photographer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980657275272578609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889813583676148245.post-7031738372473539486</id><published>2009-04-19T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:49:20.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Non-profit Newspapers?</title><content type='html'>An interesting &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.boston.com/bostonglobe/editorial_opinion/oped/articles/2009/04/20/a_hybrid_path_for_saving_newspapers/&quot;&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; in the Boston Globe on the future of dying newspaper industry.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/feeds/7031738372473539486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6889813583676148245/7031738372473539486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/7031738372473539486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/7031738372473539486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/2009/04/non-profit-newspapers.html' title='Non-profit Newspapers?'/><author><name>Washington DC Photographer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980657275272578609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889813583676148245.post-1540536016003622187</id><published>2009-04-19T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:36:40.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get out and shoot!</title><content type='html'>Occasionally, I start to feel complacent, thinking I&#39;m doing a good job, making a decent living, taking nice pictures.  Then, I come across someone with really powerful work and I doubt myself.  I remember my journalistic roots, and my dreams of shooting something really meaningful.  This happened recently when someone forwarded me a link to Aperture&#39;s &quot;Photography with Purpose.&quot;  In  particular, I was moved by a story on Rwandan children born of rape (follow the link below to see some of the photos).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.torgovnik.com&quot;&gt;http://www.torgovnik.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photographer -- Jonathan Torgovnik -- is very, very good.  Every time I see images that affect me on such a visceral level, I feel like I just need to get out and shoot, and not worry so much about making a living.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/feeds/1540536016003622187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6889813583676148245/1540536016003622187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/1540536016003622187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/1540536016003622187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/2009/04/get-out-and-shoot.html' title='Get out and shoot!'/><author><name>Washington DC Photographer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980657275272578609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889813583676148245.post-2999495134286895762</id><published>2009-03-30T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:05:39.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The creative create!</title><content type='html'>A cool documentary by The Great David Burnett:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.gefiltefishchronicles.com/&quot;&gt;http://www.gefiltefishchronicles.com/&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/feeds/2999495134286895762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6889813583676148245/2999495134286895762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/2999495134286895762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/2999495134286895762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/2009/03/creative-create.html' title='The creative create!'/><author><name>Washington DC Photographer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980657275272578609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889813583676148245.post-294022542929216002</id><published>2009-03-29T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:12:11.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just the facts Ma&#39;am...</title><content type='html'>The story you are about to read is true; the names have been changed to protect the innocent (and the guilty)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently a photo assistant, let&#39;s call him Adam, was contacted by a well known photographer, let&#39;s call him Ted.  Ted had heard good things about Adam and needed an assistant for several days in an upcoming week.  He asked Adam to tentatively pencil it in to his calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time went by and Adam started getting calls from other photographers requesting those same days.  Adam called Ted and asked if the dates had been confirmed.  Ted told Adam to hold Tuesday and Wednesday as definites.  Adam agreed, and turned down jobs from other photographers for both of the confirmed dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 24 hours before the first shoot, Adam received an email from Ted that said &quot;Looks like the only day that&#39;s confirmed is Wednesday... The other shoot will have to be rescheduled.&quot;  Adam was not sure what to do.  He had turned down work for Tuesday, and felt entitled to a cancellation fee.  But, he had not discussed that with Ted.  He also figured he would still get the job at a later date.  In order to keep a good working relationship with Ted, he decided not to charge him, or even to mention the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday came around, and Adam had no work.  At the end of the day he got a call from a friend and fellow assistant, Pam.  Pam told Adam about the cool assisting job she had that day with a guy named Ted.  It turned out, Ted&#39;s job was not canceled after all.  He had just used a different assistant.  Adam was understandable very upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day (Wednesday) Adam assisted Ted.  He asked Ted if Tuesday&#39;s job had been rescheduled yet, knowing full well that it had actually happened.  Ted said, &quot;Oh I ended up shooting it without an assistant, because of security issues.&quot;  Adam knew that Ted had just lied right to his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam did not mind that Ted had hired Pam, just that Ted had canceled on him first, and that Ted had lied to him.  Moreover, Adam was upset because he had gone out of his way to be nice to Ted, not even charging him a cancellation fee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story: Adam mishandled the situation from the beginning.  He should have been clear about his policies.  And, he should have charged Ted for the cancellation.  It would have been different if Adam had a well established &quot;give and take&quot; relationship with Ted.  But, since he did not know Ted and had not worked with him before, he should not have gone out of his way to be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As business people, whether photographers or assistants, we have to stand up for ourselves.  Otherwise, our clients will walk all over us.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/feeds/294022542929216002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6889813583676148245/294022542929216002' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/294022542929216002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/294022542929216002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-facts-maam.html' title='Just the facts Ma&#39;am...'/><author><name>Washington DC Photographer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980657275272578609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889813583676148245.post-5388297326849137081</id><published>2009-02-21T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T08:56:02.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A diversion of sorts</title><content type='html'>This blob (terminology stolen from David Burnett ;)  was intended to be purely about the biz...  I was only to write about my experiences as a young emerging photographer.  Not my personal life.  Today, however, is such a momentous occasion, that I have to let my personal life creep in.  Today, I turn 30.  What a scary thought!  And, while everyone keeps telling me it&#39;s just a number, it does seem slightly more significant than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is 30 such a milestone?  Because, I think, it&#39;s a checkpoint.  We all remember having thoughts as kids, &quot;where will I be when I&#39;m older.&quot;  At the time, &quot;older&quot; was anyone over 30, you know those people Bob Dylan said not to trust.  It seemed so distant then.  And, while I certainly don&#39;t feel like it has been ten years since I was 20, it does seem like ages ago.  So, I guess, turning 30, is a chance to reexamine our lives and see if they measure up to our childhood dreams.  Well, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At age 12, I wanted to be an Astronaut.  I planned to one day marry Lea Thompson (Back to the Future, SpaceCamp), I hoped to save the world with my superb computer hacking skills (ala War Games), I wanted to be a worldwide karate champion, and of course to become a great explorer, like Lewis and Clark.  All the while, I loved taking pictures of anything and everything, and playing with my Dad&#39;s Nikon F2.  But that was just a hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the surface, it would seem, I have utterly failed at achieving my goals.  But, let&#39;s take a closer look.  OK, so I&#39;m no astronaut.   But, the draw at the time was to do something exciting and active and not have a desk job.  I think I&#39;ve achieved that.  And, while I&#39;m not married to Lea Thompson, settling down and having a family is very important to me.  OK, so I haven&#39;t hacked into NORAD, but technology has always fascinated me.  And, even though I&#39;m not pursuing a career in  computer science, I do love the toys I get to play with in my job.  Alright, alright.  I&#39;m not a great explorer and I&#39;m not quite Bruce Lee.  But, traveling the world, discovering the unknown, and being physically active are still all very important to me.  Wait there was another thing right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, the taking pictures bit.  For as long as I can remember I&#39;ve been fascinated with photography.  But, I never really thought I could make a career out of it.  Then, about a year and a half ago, I decided to take leap of faith.  I quit my job, started assisting and started getting published.  I&#39;m not exactly the likes of my photographic idols.  But, I am making a living doing what I love.  So, maybe at 30, I&#39;m not so far off from where I wanted to be afterall.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/feeds/5388297326849137081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6889813583676148245/5388297326849137081' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/5388297326849137081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/5388297326849137081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/2009/02/diversion-of-sorts.html' title='A diversion of sorts'/><author><name>Washington DC Photographer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980657275272578609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889813583676148245.post-7830341145876591228</id><published>2009-02-13T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T12:06:39.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are seller; they are buyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 10pt 10px 0px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 66px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNSSk5NxBQRLa2gzurtKndU5Nxv7Da2lX-YjwAix3sVpDr74zDS9Pe4v7OQy9AUdOpflDYZoDLkOR5tmrTOSmpz5dH-Dlz_FSFc-PoI59HYeVIk4FzrLFxjSxXpsW57AiZMVeZ3bnTpXML/s320/kmart-sm.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302373926346552482&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;If the agency provides its own contract, I cross everything out that is duplicated in my agreement, only letting stand things that are not covered in my agreement. As the photographer, you are the seller; they are the buyer. The idea that they should dictate the terms by which you run your business is ridiculous. However, so many photographers have given in to this practice that it has set a terrible precedent. Don&#39;t perpetuate this practice by allowing it.&quot; --&lt;/span&gt;Ira Gostin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As an emerging photographer and an experienced assistant, I still struggle with pricing, standing up for myself, and asking for what&#39;s fair.  But, imagine walking into Kmart and saying &quot;I don&#39;t really want to pay $40 for these pants; I only have $15... Oh, and if you could gift wrap that for me at no extra cost, that would be swell.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s a hard lesson to learn, especially for those of us early in our careers.  We&#39;re so eager to land a job that we&#39;re willing to work for pennies.  But, as we get more experienced and realize that those pennies don&#39;t go very far, we start to curse the next round of newbies doing the same thing. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should ask ourselves if doing the job for less than the more experienced photographer means the client will accept crummy pictures.  I don&#39;t think so.  If they expect a high quality result, they should pay for it, no matter how many years the photographer has under his belt.  We should also ask ourselves how we&#39;ll feel in ten years when we see that image that we gave away still being used by some company, that paid us nothing to make it.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/feeds/7830341145876591228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6889813583676148245/7830341145876591228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/7830341145876591228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/7830341145876591228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-are-seller-they-are-buyer.html' title='You are seller; they are buyer'/><author><name>Washington DC Photographer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980657275272578609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNSSk5NxBQRLa2gzurtKndU5Nxv7Da2lX-YjwAix3sVpDr74zDS9Pe4v7OQy9AUdOpflDYZoDLkOR5tmrTOSmpz5dH-Dlz_FSFc-PoI59HYeVIk4FzrLFxjSxXpsW57AiZMVeZ3bnTpXML/s72-c/kmart-sm.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889813583676148245.post-1093640213560906219</id><published>2009-01-17T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T13:24:39.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best shot you never took.</title><content type='html'>&quot;I can&#39;t tell you how many pictures I&#39;ve missed, ignored, trampled, or otherwise lost just &#39;cause I&#39;ve been so hell bent on getting the shot I THINK I want.&quot;  -- Joe McNalley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently bought Joe McNalley&#39;s &quot;The Moment it Clicks.&quot;  This book has inspired me more than any other photography book has in a while.  As photographers, we often get so caught up in just getting something, completing the job, pleasing the client, that we forget what got us doing this stuff in the first place.  The excitement of finding something you didn&#39;t expect and could not have planned for.  The surprises.  Above, Joe is talking about a job where he was dragging heavy equipment along the Savannah River in the early morning hours.  Tired and overthinking things, he turned around and saw a magnificent sight.  A Baptist march heading for the river in the misty dawn.  He threw up a tripod and took a shot in the dark (no pun intended).  The tungsten film in his camera gave the image a gorgeous blue tone and the slow shutter speed made the figures glimmer.  As he puts it, &quot;It was the picture of the day, and the day hadn&#39;t even started.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks ago I had a job for a national publication I&#39;ve never worked for before.  I was terrified.  When the time came, I was so nervous I could barely breath.  And, all I kept thinking was how am I going to make this amazing.  I over thought how to light it, where to put the subject, what to have her do.  I over thought everything.  In the end, I came away with a usable picture, but nothing spectacular.  I don&#39;t expect a call back.  Later when lamenting to a colleague and showing my images, he pointed out how nice it would have been if I had just shot it natural light.  It had never even occurred to me.  I never really stopped to see what was around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is why for so many photographers, their personal work is their best work.  Because they just do what they do, without over thinking things.  Of course for the best of the best, their daily work is their personal work.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/feeds/1093640213560906219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6889813583676148245/1093640213560906219' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/1093640213560906219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6889813583676148245/posts/default/1093640213560906219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://washington-dc-photographer.blogspot.com/2009/01/best-shot-you-never-took.html' title='The best shot you never took.'/><author><name>Washington DC Photographer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11980657275272578609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>