A month later, after sending out 150 resumés around the West with no job offers in return, I figured I might as well start my own business. I pounded the payment, shot self-assignments and had a number of images published from those shoots, and through it all my business slowly grew. There were many months where I wondered how I’d cover my expenses, pay my bills, yet somehow I was able to.
I can only wonder what the next twenty three years will bring. At that point I’ll be 68, with any luck going strong and sharing my love for the visual world with many. I’m sure there’ll be some suffering, sacrifice, struggles, and success. Hopefully some of that success will come in the form of a great big giant lottery ticket. 🙂 But if it doesn’t, at least I’ll have something money can’t buy- a life well lived.