We shot a job today. Maybe the last job ever. After cranking out a series of interesting projects the last couple weeks my calender looks like the state of Nebraska.
Over the years I have fallen in and out of love with photography. Sometimes it has felt like a tedious job. And sometimes I have thought I should be farther along than I am.
The last few weeks have felt like one of those warm Indiana nights driving around in the back of my best friend's convertible with six beers in me and many more to go.
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That feeling isn't a good thing is it?
Yeah, but August is always slow in this trade... Go make something of it.
chirp.
The work is great
You deserve a break
The light will wait
Go shoot some weddings ...
Come on man!
Even the old dog Jim Erickson starts gripping when jobs don't fly in the door. Free Lanceritis I think it is called.
Go shoot something for your book!
What are you shooting in these pictures?
When it's slow, i go surfing. Or head down to Steamer Lane in Santa Cruz and watch the locals do their thing, amazing place. was there last week.
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