Ide like to make comment by way of an anecdote.
(forgive me if its a bit long or lowbrow
)
Many moons ago
, a NG photog approached a old lumberjack in rural France to do a photoessay of his rapidly disappearing lifestyle.
Surprised, and bemused, the oldtimer finally agreed to allow the photog to stay in a shed on his mountainside property, and allowed the photog to follow him around for a whole week. The photog happily bunked in to his new home. For the next few days he studied the timberworker diligently, the ancient tools of trade, the old mans rough and ready garb and traditional work processes, his weathered face and hands...and slowly they became friends.
By end of the week, the photog was very exited by the images he knew he had captured. He forsaw his pics as his first COVER
With only a day left to his bargain, he rushed down off the mountain and into town to call his editor with the good news, and then to the local printlab to get some large prints of a dozen of his best negs made to show to his gracious host.
Returning the next day , the photog spread them lovingly over the roughly hewn kitchen table and rushed to find the old man .
Both looked over them together for some time, the photog showing off his skill at photography. The old man looked on, and nodded his approval, but was still quite bemused by the fuss and excitment of the photographer. Concerned, the photgrapher showed him how excellent his equipment was and how he knew how to best use it etc...
Finally the old man congratulated the photog on his fine efforts.
Relieved, the photog exhaustedly sat back, but still a little uneasy that his 'friend' had not been completely enthusiastic of his artistic masterpieces, but figured it was due to a difference of lifestyle...
The old man then turned to him and said, "Now that you have what you wanted, i want you to do something for me " ( ..the faint strum of a banjo
)
"Of course, anything." replied the photog, wondering what it would be.
"I want you to take a photograph of me " replied the lumberjack.
Surprised, the photog immediately offered all of the prints as his gift, but the old man shook his head and said no , "i dont want these pictures, i want you to use your excellent camera to take a photograph
for me".
The photog agreed, still unsure of what to do, but desperately wanted to show his gratitude to his elderly host.
The lumberjack excused himself and left the room, allowing the photog to quietly ready his equiment.
Soon later, the old man returned, but to the photographers surprise, his friend had transformed himself. He had quicky washed his hair, shaved his scruff, and had neatly combed his hair. Even more suprisingly, he had put on a crisp and clean fine white shirt, made all the more remarkable by his still wearing the same old stained and mudied workclothes the photog had seen the man wear all week.
The old man confessed that as he had no other pants and shoes, the photograph would have to be, he gesticulated, from the waist up !
"Now i want you take my picture,
so that my grandchildren will see that their grandfather was no bum ! "
The photographer took the picture and soon afterwards they made their farewells.
Returing to the city, he indeed received the illustirous
cover, and many more accolades came after. From that series, he then went on to make a great career as a photographer.
Years later, whilst editing images for his soon to be publishd book, he reflected over the images of his time with the old lumberjack,and he realised that even though his more artistic,
and commercially viable picture were
better pictures, that the portait he had taken for his friend, was by far his favourite photograph.
Guys - i dont know if thats a happy snap - but its a happy ending to a snap.
There are many lessons for a photographer in this story
Not to be too corny but its the journey , and not the destination ...
Thanks for reading. Now its off to sleep you go - sweet dreams