Fenders and Doors
The ravages of time takes their toll.
Long forgotten in the New Hampshire woods.
Little by little they disappear.
Blink and you just might miss it.
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What did you expect with a title like that, a naked woman?
Every so often the influence of my “real” job rears its ugly head in my photography. It happened again a little over a week ago.
Sunday, August 18th, was a very long day for me. As I mentioned in this post, I had gotten up at 1:30 in the morning to be on top of a mountain for sunrise. The Barrington, NH Antique Truck Show just happened to be on the same day. Even though I was running on very little sleep, I couldn’t resist the allure of polished chrome, and custom paint.
About Thursday’s Special.
A theme-less photographic free-for-all for you to share your interpretation of the world around you, brought to you by Paula. Stop by her blog and share whatever photo(s) tickles your fancy.
Color Color Everywhere!
The brilliant white of the church steeple towering over the roof tops of historic Portsmouth, NH.
The vibrant greens and golds of the salt marsh grasses as the sun burns off the early morning mist.
The fiery colors of a day at the drag races.
The vivid purple of a wild orchid.
I could go on and on…
“Really, you’re an auto mechanic?”
For some strange reason the thought that I fix cars for a living takes people by surprise. The idea that an image they profess to love was created by someone who gets grease under his fingernails seems completely foreign to them. As if creating art and having one of the bluest of blue-collar jobs is somehow mutually exclusive.
I don’t get it. Is there some “standard” career path that artistic people are supposed to follow that I’m unaware of?
While a few people upon seeing my photographs have expressed surprise that my “real” job in not that of a professional photographer, (I can’t thank you enough for that one Cindy!) Most know that is just a dream for the time being, and that I do “something else” to pay the bills. So when clients or buyers find out what that “something else” is, a look of total bewilderment comes across their face. I can almost see their brain working as the try to reconcile the art before them and their image of a dirty, greasy, auto mechanic.
I’m not complaining nor am I even the slightest bit offended by their surprise, I just don’t understand it. Maybe if more of my photographs looked like the one below, would they be less surprised?
Maybe I’m not alone in this, what is your “real” job? And are people surprised that someone in your field can create something beautiful, whether it’s photography, painting, or some other art form? Id love to hear your experiences.
Or, if you’re one of those that are surprised at the images I make coming from a “grease monkey,” Why Does That Surprise You?