Yesterday I published a post on 5 reasons I regret becoming a pro photographer on the blog Digital Photography School. To balance out the picture, here’s the other side of the story.
So I told a friend I was writing a blog post about the five reasons I regret becoming a professional travel photographer.
“It’s a lot harder than people realize,” I told her.
I provided her with some illustrative examples. “Having dinner alone in a trattoria in Venice, when everyone else is on vacation with their spouse or their lover and having a great time…and you’re sitting there alone…okay, the Linguine Vongole is great, sure, but it’s not all that fun being on your own.”
I felt my honesty would elicit her sympathy. I could see that she understood that. With her usual caring, deep compassion, she said, “Awww, poor wittle baby.”
She can be quite eloquent at times, I have to admit.
Sheepishly, I acknowledged that Continue Reading →