It was the end of the last day of the arts and crafts festival. Traffic to my photography booth had slowed, so I decided to take a walk through the other vendor booths and see what cool things they had available.
Weaving my way through the maze of beautiful and unique worlds I was astounded at the amount of talent these crafts people had. Beautiful work.
And then my heart dropped a little. Looking at the booth coming up I realized why some of the “potential “ customers I thought I had never returned.
Another nature photographer whose work was phenomenal. Stunning work that transported you to another world. It made my work look like a beginners work.
Of course I stopped and visited with the artist. He was an amazing person as well and we had a good visit.
Still, I walked away feeling a little dejected. How could I compete with that.
That was around two decades ago.
I realized that I had a lot of work to do if I was going to make it as a photographer, especially in the art world.
Over the years anytime I would start thinking that maybe I was figuring this whole photography thing out I would come across someone who was leaps and bounds ahead of me.
One day it hit me, I was looking for a finish line. I was under the false impression that someday I would know when I had achieved top photographer status.
I was wrong. There is no finish line.
There will always be more to learn, someone better, more art to create.
And for that I love the craft.
Now I embrace it. The journey will never end.
