I Married a Photographer

To brief you all on our events of the week-

Sunday, Dean was in crisis mode ready for the panic button. As he was doing something on the computer, he turned his squeaky chair toward me and said “It doesn’t see the hard drive.”

I looked up from my homework, “What?” To which he repeated, “It doesn’t see the hard drive.”

Until I could pull myself out of my readings to understand what he was saying, I realized that all I had to understand was Dean’s expression. It was one of fear.  The main computer we use for all the photography business, all of Dean’s processing software, etc.  We were smart in backing up all our work over the past years and investing in off-site backups just last year -good move.

After hours and hours of testing the computer to get it to see it’s internal meat, it froze.  Dean made it to bed late Sunday night, woke up with me at 0515 Monday morning to check on the status of our baby (the computer).  Frozen.  UGH!  Hence, why there was no blog post on Sunday, I was stressed out formulating plans B-Z for our business!

I don’t recall the exact time but Dean sent me a MMS featuring his monitor . . . up and running.  I don’t know what scares me more that it didn’t see it’s harddrive or that it is working fine, now.

Until Sunday. . .

Both days at the Bloomsburg ArtFest had a lot of foot traffic.  The weekend weather was muggy, and hot but the general mood was positive and airy.  Though I’d say most of us artists were sweating our tails off while manning the stands, we all stayed positive and chipper.

We were lucky to be located next to Abigail Kurecian who makes exquisite pottery (bowls, plates, vases -you name it!)  She’s really an easy woman to talk to and, whether she knows it or not, helped me a lot with getting into the art scene in Bloomsburg.  Our toasty days were filled with sales, conversation and art.

It was great to get feedback from our customers, hear what he/she ‘got out’ of the piece.  However, one conversation has my husband and I completely puzzled.  To give you a taste of how our day went, it was common for a group of people to stop by, look through our photos, discuss some things technical or not, then just sort of mosey along with their day.  In this one instance, a couple stopped by our stand, looked over some images, and then the following happened.   Standing by our framed images, the lady said, “That’s just like (unintelligible).”  The man asked her what she said and by this time Dean’s ears perked up.  He looked at the photo in question and made a mental note .  Again the lady repeated, “That’s just like (unintelligible).” The man said, “Oh yeah.  It is.”  Without another word, the couple strolled away.  Dean stood up to make sure he was looking at the same image the couple just left; he was stunned.  “Bullets for my Beauty” was the photograph they discussed.  After I returned from running an errand, Dean told me what just happened. I was in disbelief too.  What could this photograph be exactly like?  I can’t think of a movie poster, famous art work -nothing comes to mind.  I have no unoriginal association when I look at this piece.  So if you are reading this and can help, please do!

It is what you make it

On another note, it was 1 year ago today that I married a photographer!  That means one full year of wedded bliss and for the business manger in me, one year wiser!  Though we, at Die Strafbar Photography, have had a successful year, it was a learning experience.  We had our first vendor spots, which helped us identify with the community and other local artists in addition to maintaining relationships with former clients as well as making new ones.  Overall, can say that I’ve grown past some small issues and have better prioritized the business and what we have to offer.