Am doing nicely with the stock photography thing, consistently making a little bit every day. Hey, if I get $100 in my pocket a year from this, it’s still something. Of course, I am hoping for more.
Probably would get more from that than I get selling prints of my own stuff. That’s ok, I’m still having a blast with it all. Hope to upgrade my camera, eventually, to one of the digital SLRs out there. Until then I should get a Holga, but will never get around to getting the film developed, I bet. And yeah, to get it done at home, an investment, although the spousal unit knows how to do it, or did, once.
But until then, I get a cute little kick when someone gets even one of something of mine. I cheer inside, get a bit giddy. No matter how much you want to say on a logical level that you don’t need other people to validate what you do, it’s still an emotional rush when they do just that, I think.
You really want to see me happy? Tell me how I look like I lost weight and then buy me a tiramisu. I’ll be your friend for LIFE.