Some of you may recall me pissing on about entering a local photography contest years ago. If not, here is a summary...
*A local "Artist's" organization decides to hold a "Photography" contest.
*They take out an ad in the paper stating the contest is 'Open to all... just pay the entry fee'.
*The contest has a "Theme" in which the subject, mood, feeling, etc. of the image must represent a "Local" location.
The Boss pushes me really hard to enter this contest. I have been an avid amateur photographer since I was eight years old. I minored in photography in college as well. I tried to make a go at being a "Professional" photographer specializing in Real Estate in the local market. But I got my teeth kicked in for my efforts! It turns out that at the level of R.E. our local markets are at none of the brokers want good quality images - they wants blurry thumbnail images to get viewers curious enough to make an inquiry! Who knew? I was beaten and needed an emotional boost. So I enter the contest. I select two of my favorite photos from our area. I do just a little bit of post processing tweaking on them in the computer. Then I have both photos printed on canvas and framed. With the shipping I am about $240 deep up to this point. I think the contest put me another $40 in by the time the two images were hanging in the gallery. Below are the 'raw' images before tweaking in post processing. They turned out so well there is very little to do in post.
So, anyways, the contest is "Judged" and I didn't get one fooking acknowledgement - nothing - nada! For real - there were maybe 5% of the submitted photos did not get any recognition. Every photo except for mine that did not get recognition of some form were from 'photographers' who's OTHER
get recognition (a ribbon, etc.) So I was literally the ONLY
photographer in the contest who did NOT
take home an 'atta-boy' at the very least! The "Gallery" was 'borrowed' space from a local business. When I went to pick up my photos I was one of the very last that evening to do so. The owner of the business says to me he feels ashamed I did not win any recognition. He goes on that everyone knew my two photos were the best in the building but the judges were handing out prizes to the people they know
"Who worked so hard on their photos" that they deserved recognition.
Today each one of those two photos is hanging proudly in multi-million dollar homes owned by real artists. No kidding - but that is another story.
I put away my camera and didn't take it out for over two years... In fact I hardly even touch my camera nowadays. (I do NOT consider my phone to be a "Camera".) All my photography equipment is Nikon and I am about $6,000 deep at this point. That is $6k in old money - not the toilet paper they are printing today.
So I get a phone call early this week. I have been so mad since then I can hardly even speak or write about it. Guess who calls me? After all of these years since the photo contest I get a call from one of the organizers. He has retired from his regular job and is setting up a little art gallery to feature local artists. He goes on that I am by far the best photographer he has ever seen in this area and he wants to know if I would be willing to submit my work to his gallery for sale. I point out that he has only seen two of my photos many years ago and ask how he thinks these make me the best photographer in the area? He goes on to explain how everyone quietly talked about my photos at every photo contest since the one I submitted mine in and then he says he knows of the work I did to try to get into R.E. photography and how it was too good to be used by the brokerages!
I hung up the phone. Phuk me runn'n.