Speaking of famous. I never thought much about it really. I mean yes, I wanted to be known for my good work, respected and all. But famous? What does that really mean? It was never something I strived for. My goal from the beginning of this journey was to make a life, make a living with a camera. And I have done just that. And I think I have done pretty well for myself. I have certainly exceeded all expectations I had for my life. I am content with being merely noteworthy. I can’t really control fame, but I can control the quality of work I produce and the way I conduct myself both personally and professionally. That’s all I can do. Every now and then I Google my name to see what pops up. Most the first page is me. I hit images and see what’s there too. A good portion of the photos are mine, and I just check out where they are. Some are illegally used, but most are from websites trying to promote me or sell prints of work. Some arrangement I didn’t agree to, but not about to fight. Then there are these odd things, like a poster for a show of mine 25 years ago showing up on Etsy for sale. Just today I saw a 40 year old framed print of mine for sale on Ebay. $300. A good deal. I’d charge a lot more. If fame happens, it will happen, and probably not in my lifetime. Seems to be the fate of most artists. I just read they may have found the next Vivian Maier in California. In old box of film and prints in some attic. So it goes…
