I have imagined the blog of one of the models I wrote about yesterday, an entry in which she talks about the photographers she has worked with. Some of them are professional and make their living at it. Some want to be, but are only making extra money charging young models too much to shoot some head shots for their portfolios and doing the occasional wedding. Some work in camera shops and some are just guys with cameras who want to take photographs of girls. Some. . . she just doesn't know. Some of the photographers are very nice, some nervous, some confident, and some just creeps. The worst are the ones who think they are something. They fall in love with you and want to take you on a date. No, there are worse. She once went on a shoot where the photographer asked if he get get naked, too, while they worked. Some photographers have interesting ideas, some ridiculous ones. There are young guys and old guys, but mostly old guys. She shoots with some for money and with some for more money. Some guys don't have studios and take you to locations. Some have "home" studios. Some give her beautiful prints and some can barely managed to send a CD with un-retouched images. It is all just very, very weird.
And so I understand all the photographs of dilapidated, empty urban streets or empty suburban lawns. I may take up macro-photography in order to avoid everything. I'll make pictures of flowers that are incredibly sharp and have tremendous color. I'll buy a macro ring flash and all all the gadgets. Anything other than what I am doing now. It is all troublesome.
In truth, though, I have had a swell time. I've met some very wonderful and interesting people. We tend to get along. I wrote to one of them yesterday to see if she would work on the next project with me. She wrote back a terrible tale of woe. I responded with a long missive consoling and encouraging her. But being what I am, I also asked if I could use her email. She said sure, of course. And she agreed that I should come over and shoot with her anyway. There are many great people in the world. You just have to look.
"Hi,
You are not going to believe this, but one of my implants ruptured. Don't have the money right now to have it fixed! Trying to break the other one, they are both warrantied, all I have to pay for is the anesthesiologist. I'll hold out a little longer. I'm sure I'll get it fixed eventually, the ruptured one has done this 4 times prior and the left one 3 times. I swear to God what else?
Been seeing the cardiologist, found out I have cardiomyopathy. Glad I found out now, think my heart is getting ready to burst, literally. Had to leave the gym early today, get so dizzy. Been telling the dr. for 1 1/2 years I've been feeling like I'm going to have a heart attack, I thought it was the medicine. Tomorrow I go for a six hour test, think there is something else wrong, possibly blockage. Getting more life insurance today, some for the family up north, they all used to live such a good life, work is scarce up there and my mom and dad live on SS. My kids are splitting 90,000 plus not sure what I'm getting today, probably another 100k. Enough to spread around for all of them. I'm really freaked out, but I've known for a long time and in the last 3 weeks 911 has been here once and almost twice! Thank God, Casey came in when she did and the other night I wasn't alone. On to brighter subjects.
I'm glad to hear you are working again and you know if these things were not going on now, I would love to work with you again anytime. Maybe somehow we can work something out! Let me know if you have any ideas.
Hope all is good!"
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