A Road Not Taken

Heading toward the sun.

I took this road, but I didn’t take the ones that I should have. That’s why I am where I am today. To me, that is seemingly nowhere. I hate to say it, but that’s the truth. I’m scrabbling around for pictures when once a long time ago, I was a real photographer.

By the time I was 25 I won almost every photojournalism award I could win in Virginia. At 28 I worked for UPI Washington in and out of The White House. I won plenty of White House photo awards. I moved west, joined the staff of The Orange County Register and won a share of a Pulitzer. I switched corporate work and traveled the world.

A lot of people who read Storyteller here and hopefully on Substack think that I’m just like you, a hobbiest or amature photographer. Make no mistake, there’s nothing wrong with that. There’s usually more passion there than with many professionals. But, I was never that.

A friend of mine once wrote in a song that every good decision she made was just dumb luck. She speaks for both of us.

Yeah, sure I manage some well know musicians. Somehow I’m good at that. I make enough money to buy farms for cash. But, so what?

I don’t care. I started out to be a photographer. Now I’m not.

As the dying Mickey Mantle once said, “Don’t be like me.”

Do what you set out to do.



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