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ABOUT ME
I had been selling my images since I was 15. By the time I was 19 I thought I was pretty good. I got hired on a part time basis to carry stuff for a photographer. So in a sense all I was, was very cheap labor to carry stuff, my ability with a camera was incidental.
I spent years with this photographer, then I got hired to be an assistant to other photographers, working my way up until I was the photographer. At age 31 I went out on my own and was successful.
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I am no longer an invisible photographer.
It was the best of photography, it was the worst of nothing, it was the age of sharing, it was the age of privacy.
A photograph has no beginning or end; arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.
Someone must have shared Josef K’s portfolio, for one morning, without having done anything truly self-promotional, he was lauded.
Someone must have shared my photography portfolio website, for one morning, without having done anything truly self-promotional, he was lauded.
A photograph has no beginning or end; arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.
Kasey B.
It was the season of good Lighting, it was the season of Presets, it was the spring of portfolios, it was the winter of galleries.
Anderson P.
It was the best of photography, it was the worst of nothing, it was the age of sharing, it was the age of privacy, it was the epoch of pros, it was the epoch of snapshooters.
Jonathan Bordelone
Many years later, as he faced the Pulitzer committee, photographer Aureliano Buenfoto was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover SlickPic.
It was the best of photography, it was the worst of nothing, it was the age of sharing, it was the age of privacy, it was the epoch of pros, it was the epoch of snapshooters.
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Somewhere in la Mancha, in a place whose name I do not care to remember, a photographer lived not long ago, one of those who has a camera and a speedlight and keeps a bag of lenses and a tripod for shooting.
A photograph has no beginning or end; arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.
Someone must have shared Josef K’s portfolio, for one morning, without having done anything truly self-promotional, he was lauded. It was the best of photography, it was the worst of nothing, it was the age of sharing, it was the age of privacy.
Arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead. Somewhere in la Mancha, in a place whose name I do not care to remember, a photographer lived not long ago, one of those who has a camera and a speedlight and keeps a bag of lenses and a tripod for shooting.
