Last weekend I tried a new location at the end of ‘His Lordship’s Lane’. It’s a new development and it certainly has a different crowd of people than ‘The Strip’. A tall, thin guy came to see what I was up to. He said he owned one of the bars and would be interested in buying some photos if they were good enough. I explained to him that they weren’t for sale; I just send them to people emails and they don’t go anywhere else. He responded by indicating he thought I was wrong, “Well they are your photos.”
Not too long ago, I had a conversation with a guy who was convinced that I could make $2 a photo. He even asked the people I’d just taken a photo of if they would pay $2. He spent a while trying to convince me I could make money from my photos. I had to agree with him, I could make money, but I choose not to.
I had a thought a while ago. It occurred to me that part of the enjoyment I get from doing this, is that it’s rebellious. It’s a rebellion against ideas. Ideas like ‘There is nothing for free in this world’.
The best part though, the bit that gives me a sly little smile, is that the rebellion is not a fight. It’s not about winning. It’s about not playing a game with rules I don’t like.
Taking the photos gives me a break from the race we all seem to get drawn into. Perhaps it means that I’m giving up some things that would give me a better position in the race, but I’m not playing by those rules, and by my rules, I’m doing just fine.