The other day, a kid came into the shop with his mom in the morning while I was uploading some images and his mom convinced him that he needed a 24x20 poster of this picture I shot of him earlier that day. It's not even a particularly good picture. It's just one of a 500-1000 shots I take every day that look alright and happen to be in focus.

On the one hand I was thrilled because the poster costs 85 bucks and would net me about 15 dollars for very little work. On the other hand, it was a firm reminder to me about how wierd this job is.

I have this vision in my mind of people who buy photos I have taken. They take them home or to their office. They frame them. They stick them up on the mantle or the wall or on the credenza with the hope, I suppose, that someone will admire their form or their outfit or the fact that they ski at Vail or whatever. Then that admirer will say, nice picture, who took it? And the guy will answer, oh, I don't know, some guy.

Some guy. That's me.