Saturday, February 11, 2017
A Blast from my Past
This was my first post card job, back in the mid 1970's. Over 4-5 yeas I earned enough money as a photographer to buy a bag full of professional cameras. My "by-line" is on the back of this card, I took the photographs and contracted for the printing. I did three or four postcard jobs over a period of a couple of years. I also did some "catalog shoots." I did a couple of weddings, I hated shooting weddings.
The cowboy on the roof was very cute - nice eyes, a pleasant smile, and he knew how to wear a pair of jeans! He made a pass at me a couple of times, but I was to naive and scared to do anything.
What I really enjoyed was aerial photography. Dad would fly and I would take the pictures, most were custom ordered images of farms or businesses.
After a few years I stopped taking pictures professionally. I was driving myself nuts finding imperfections in my work, and worrying that people were paying for my mistakes. People were thrilled with the images, but I could always find ways I could make it better. If I knew then, what I know now, few things in life are perfect, beauty sometimes lies in the imperfections of life.
I stumbled across this postcard in a box of old photographs, a real blast from my distant past.
What did you do for fun a profit in your teens?