The times when I feel most like a photographer are the moments when photos are in the mist of exporting after hours of editing. When I check my gear & recharge the batteries. When I deposit a check.
"holy smokes. this is my job", I think to myself.
Being out butterflying around with cameras slung over my shoulder on a wedding day or chatting candidly with a family or baby while popping out from behind my camera to flash some smiles of my own is hardly the hard part. I can handle that.
Yes, tired feet & the need for a serious shoulder workover are reality.
But it's the post processing that makes me feel like I am the. real. deal.
And it's funny. Cause nobody sees that part.
Which is absolutely fine with me. My editing wardrobe prioritizes comfort above all else.
All of it: Work I do. What I put large chunks of myself into.
And I like it lots.
So that's something.
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