Confessions of a phoney

 

This is very difficult for me to write. I recently posted a link on my photography page written by  Jennifer Amie of Jennifer Amie Designs  about “fauxtographers“. A little discussion happened and I could not help but get a knot in the pit of my stomach. At one time I was a “fauxtographer”. I had a web-site and a Facebook page. Later, I created a blog. I had a fancy flash, even if I did not really know how to use it to it’s full potential. I sold all of the edited images on a dvd for very little money. I was not producing the images I wanted to create and I had little time to get there. I was busy editing hundreds of images for one session, yes editing each and every image. Workflow and proper culling images did not exist in my work. I thought that the more images I supplied the greater chance I would have of the client at least liking some of them. I had time to spend learning if I was shooting hundreds of images per session and then spending 20 – 40 hours to edit one session. WHAT WAS I THINKING!!! Clearly, I had no time to even think!!! My images were not terrible but they were not where I wanted to be. My editing…although not terrible was again not where I wanted to be. I had no style and no voice. I though tilt was cool (thankfully that ended real quick). I thought selective colour was cool (that ended even quicker). I over-edited. I forgot that less is more and somehow channeled my teenage self from the 80′s. The one who wore green glitter gel in her hair, had Madonna from Desperately Seeking Susan as a fashion role model and wore enough jewellery to send Liberace hiding. You get the picture. I thought vintage processing was cool.And it is…for some images but not for every single one of them.  I knew a little about lighting and the basics of posing. In short, I had no clue who I was. I had no clue of what my style was. I was not producing the work that I wanted to produce and I felt like a phoney. How could I possibly produce the images I wanted to produce if I did not even know what they were or even what appealed to me? I couldn’t, it was impossible. Looking book, I did create some beautiful images. But, I had no confidence in my technical skill (mainly because I had so little of it) and any great shots felt like I had gotten lucky.

Since December 2010, I have been living in England with my wonderful husband. I choose to not work. this time was going to be for me. I was going to take this time and see how far I could go. I attended workshops. I read countless books. I took thousands of pictures and then spend time editing these images. I learnt about workflow and proper culling. I studied images I loved and really analysed them. I practiced, practiced, practiced. I studied flattering posing. I learnt how to use m flash properly. I spent time, lots and lots of time, thinking about what images appealed to me and what I wanted to create. I spent time getting to know me and what my style was. I spent time doing all of the times I wish I had done before I hung out my shingle. I spent time researching suppliers and web-site companies. I filled two books with notes. I did all of the things I wish I had done so many years ago.

Being a professional photographer is not something that happens over night. You cannot receive a DSLR as a gift and suddenly become a photographer. Becoming a professional photographer is not an easy or quick way to make lots of money. If you want a quick and easy way to make lots of money, design a pavement that does not form potholes in the spring…please. My car will be so happy and thankful. I have spent over a thousand dollars on education this past year and a half. This is in the form of both workshops and books. I have spent a few thousand dollars on new gear. And no, we are not rich. I am also not working during this time. To spend this money on my photography business was a joint decision with my husband. My husband believes in me and happily agreed that we could spend this money on my becoming a better photographer. Andrew saw that I was struggling, that I was not happy where I was and wanted to help me get to where I wanted to be. This was a sacrifice for both of us. It was an investment in my business and an investment in my clients that I felt so strongly about making. I would have loved to have had a fab 2 week holiday in Italy, complete with stunning Italian shoes. But, I wanted better for my photography and much much better for my clients. I wanted to invest in my clients because I feel that they deserve nothing less from a professional photographer. I wanted to invest in myself and be able to create images that I made me heart swell with pride. When I look back at my earlier work, I am not ashamed nor does my heart burst with pride. I am upset because I knew that I could do better and my clients deserved nothing less. I did not know how to get to that better place until I stopped working and took some time off. All of the time, energy and money I have invested into my photography was made knowing that upon our return  to Canada in June 2012 I would be taking a break from photography for probably a year. That will be a whole other blog post.

I had spent all of this time learning but could I, on my own, pull all of this together and produce the goods? I hoped so but I needed to be sure. Last week I tested out some new lighting equipment and flattering posing techniques. I tested  new workflow and culling methods. I knew what I wanted for my images which made post-production so much easier. Everything came together. I no longer felt like a phoney. I was able to create images that made my heart sing and my soul swoon. I can now say that when I do return to work, I will charge what I am worth, what I know that my work is worth. I know that I can deliver images that are worth what I charge. That is huge coming from someone who for so long felt like a phoney.

I can truly say that I have come a long way baby. It took me taking a year and a half off from my photography business for me to no longer feel like a phoney. I am not saying that others will need to take an extended break. But, I can say that, for me, taking this break was what I needed to get to where I wanted to be.

 

This was very difficult for me to write. I did not want to hurt any of my former client’s feelings or have them believe that I was just out to make a quick buck. I did the best I knew how to do at that time. But, I did not even know what I didn’t know I did not know. I did knew that I was not producing to the standard that I wanted for myself or my client. It took stepping away from my photography business and giving myself time to get to where I needed and wanted to be. I cannot fix my early mistakes and can only hope that future clients judge me by the photographer I am now and will be in the future and not the photographer I was yesterday. I made so many mistakes and I wish that I knew then what I know now. I have invested thousands of dollars, countless hours and endless amounts of energy into a project and will see no financial return on that investment for almost 3 years (the time spent living in England and my time-off in Canada). This feels very familiar. Been there, done that and got the B.A. to prove it. And I am more than ok with that. Investing in education and anything that will make me a better photographer is a sound investment, both for me and for my client. I hope that this post helps someone who wants to be a professional photographer and is feeling as lost as I was. Time and lots and lots of practice.

If you would like to see what I have been doing during my “time off” in England, please check out our travel blog, Living England.

~ Jody

Great Reads & the Perfect Day

It woke me up and I could not help but smile. The wind was howling. The rain was pelting against the windows. I knew that I would be having a perfect day. No walking the dog (our Diva poodle hates the rain and refuses to go outside). The house is tidy and the laundry basket is empty. I was excited to spend a few hours curled up in my favourite chair under a down throw with a great book.

 

The past few months I have lost myself in some pretty awesome books. The type of book you start reading and the outside world fades away. The hours drift by. My eyes get heavy and I promise myself…just one more chapter and I will turn off the light. One more chapter leads to a few more and before I know it the birds are chirping outside and I have finished the book.

The Language of Flowers by Vanessa Diffenbaugh. I took this book on our holiday to Spain. I only took one book (weight restrictions) and I was very sick and sleeping a lot. I started this book and fell in love. I finished it in 2 nights. This book is charming and beautiful.

The Midwife of Venice by Roberta Rich. My lovely friend Christine, half of Manley Mann Media, offered to mail me her copy of this book. Chris has awesome taste in books and I knew if she was willing to mail me this book from Canada to England, it would be amazing. I waited until it was released here in England and quickly bought my own copy. This book is rich with historical facts and details. The story grabbed me and I stayed up all night reading this gem in 1 sitting.

Before I go to Sleep by S J Watson. This is another book I read from start to finish with no breaks. From the first page I was captivated. I held my breath and kept turning the pages. What a great read. Completely original and one that keep you on the edge of your seat.

No Time For Goodbye by Linwood Barclay. You wake up one morning and discover you whole family has disappeared without a trace. For twenty years, Cynthia wonders what happened. I wondered what had happened all those years ago. My fingers could not turn the pages quick enough. What a thrill ride.

A Cold Season by Alison Littlewood. I read this book from start to finish on a stormy, snowy night. It was the perfect weather for this book. Although I read it in just 1 night, I am not sure how I feel about this book. Part of me loved it. Part of me shook my head and thought “what was that”.

Blacklands by Belinda Bauer. This is a book that had me scared to turn the page, holding my breath and not able to turn the pages fast enough. I lost a few hours sleep thanks to this book…and I am fine with it.

Rainy days can be depressing. Curl up in your favourite chair and spend an hour or so lost in a great read and you will be longing for a rainy day.

~ Jody

 

Kelly - Hope you enjoyed your day! What I wouldn’t do for a day like that :) April 19, 2012 – 3:51 pm

Liz - Sounds like a great day!April 19, 2012 – 3:47 pm

Michelle Miano - Love rainy days! It’s the best day to read a book. Unfortunately we don’t get too many rainy days here in Southern CA.April 18, 2012 – 9:23 pm

Amber - I know exactly what you mean….I’ve lost myself in so many great books, however I’ve kind of lost touch with it lately. Today is a rainy day for me and oh how I long to just sit and read all day. Unfortunately I have a long list of things to do today :/April 18, 2012 – 9:17 pm

laura - I like to read that book!April 18, 2012 – 8:13 pm

Tyler Plank - Thank you for this! Going to bookmark it!April 18, 2012 – 6:02 pm

jodyweymouth - Thanks Jen, reading keeps me sane and helps me relax.April 18, 2012 – 4:54 pm

Jen Davis - I miss reading! I love posts like this…April 18, 2012 – 4:34 pm

jodyweymouth - Caroljean, it was so very peaceful. I had a yummy cup of strawberry/raspberry tea and curled with with a great book. The rain pelted the windows and it was perfection.April 18, 2012 – 4:04 pm

jodyweymouth - I hope I helped you discover some new great books Teresa.April 18, 2012 – 4:02 pm

Caroljean - Awww….looks so peaceful! I love to read!April 18, 2012 – 3:17 pm

Teresa Sweet - Always looking for some great new books to read! Thanks!April 18, 2012 – 3:00 pm

jodyweymouth - My pleasure Kay. Hope you got some ideas on your next great read.April 18, 2012 – 1:59 pm

Kay Bouley - Ooooh! Thank you so much for sharing these books! I love to read and I am always looking for something new!April 18, 2012 – 1:56 pm

Wonderful & Wacky Wednesday

 

Since December 2010, I have been living in England with my husband. It has been the most incredible and magical time of our lives together…so far. Today the reality that we would be returning to Canada hit me…hard. So many things have to fall into place for an international move to happen. So many people have their own pieces of our big puzzle move and have to work together for it to work. The big piece of the puzzle was waiting for an offer of a ‘Q”, military housing for married people. Today, we got an offer. I am not sure what I expected. Looking at the lay-out I felt the tears grow. How would we make this work? Where would our beautiful dining room set go, the beautiful antique furniture we were bringing back from England? I wanted a dining room. This would not work…at all. I left the room. Andrew had been so excited about us actually having a place to live. This was a huge victory in our whole move process and, well, I was horrible. I heard him moving around each room. The metallic sound of a measuring tape interrupted my sobs.

Andrew called me back into our dining room. He had measured all of our furniture, looked at the floor plan, and had measured our rooms here. He had a plan. We would make it work. Andrew made it worked and showed me how everything would be ok. I left our dining room withe a few tears in my eyes but with a lighter heart. I curled up in my favourite chair, glass of wine in hand and let my tears fall. Tears of joy. Tears of sadness. All of those tears that fall when a major move/life change is about to happen. Andrew stood over me. He held out a few sprigs of mistletoe he had picked yesterday and bent down and kissed me. It would be ok. We would make it work. Together we would get through this move and adjust to our new life. Together.

This wonderful man That I am blessed to have as my husband “fixed” all that was wrong with my world today and kissed it all better. I cannot ask for anything more… not even a “real” dining room.

~ Jody

 

jodyweymouth - Thanks Kelly. It is all one big adventure. I am so lucky to being sharing all of this with the love of my life.April 15, 2012 – 10:46 pm

jodyweymouth - Thank you Maggie. Hugs are always welcome. I am so lucky to have found him. I was in denial about this move happening and when reality hit me in the face, it hurt. Today, I am looking forward to new adventures, meeting new friends and re-connecting with old ones. Buying some new things for the place that will become our home for the next few years has helped too, lol.April 15, 2012 – 3:14 pm

jodyweymouth - Leah, your kind words mean so much. I have a great life that I would not change for the world. But, some parts of it suck. The part where every 2-3 years we move and I have to say good-bye to dear friends and start over again. But, I do get to meet more wonderful people thanks to all of these moves than the average person.April 15, 2012 – 3:11 pm

jodyweymouth - That is so true, Jerrica. Being with the one you love is all that matters when all is said and done.April 15, 2012 – 3:08 pm

Maggie Connaughty - Aw! Hugs to you, and Cheers that you have such an amazing hubby who gets you! I wish that kind of connection for every married couple.April 12, 2012 – 3:31 am

Leah - WOW! This brought me to tears! You wrote that so well that I felt the emotions with you. What a wonderful husband you have! I love the photo of him as well. Good luck in your move.April 11, 2012 – 9:06 pm

Jerrica - Everything will be perfect as long as you have each other! :) April 11, 2012 – 8:00 pm

Kelly - Good luck with your move! I can only imagine how hard it must be to move internationally. It sounds like you have a great partner to share it with! Best of luck to you both :) April 11, 2012 – 7:47 pm

Wonderful & Wacky Wednesday | Bird Dog

Brittany has retained that bird dog instinct, even if most birds are bigger than she is. She doesn’t notice squirrels, cats or other dogs. But birds, well, birds are a different story. She might be 13 but she sure runs with all her might to chase birds. Yesterday, we were all outside in the yard. A crow was exploring the grass across the road. Brittany saw that crow and she was off. Since coming to England Brittany is learning how to be a real dog. Running up to the side of the bird was her plan of attack. Then, she switched to a sneaky walk behind the bird. She was so close. Her little poodle life flashed before my eyes. The crow was within her grasp and …she…stopped…and….looked…back…at…us. I think Brittany knew how close she came to catching her bird and realized that she had no clue what to do next and she froze. The crow took flight and never looked back. Her dog classes need further work. Or that is what I thought…until today. She came home from exploring looking like this.

 

I decided that it would be best if I asked her no questions. Brittany reminded me that no matter how old we are, we can still embrace life, learn new things and run like the wind trying to catch birds. And old dogs can learn new tricks.

~ Jody

jodyweymouth - Thanks Teresa. She makes me laugh out loud everyday.April 15, 2012 – 3:11 pm

Teresa Sweet - What a great capture!April 11, 2012 – 9:12 pm

Wonderful & Wacky Wednesday | under-pants + bubble wrap

Flour floating through the air. Dough covered hands. Nan’s under-pants on my head. Every time I remember baking with my nan I smile. Hair nets were something you bought if you had money to burn. She did have an actual hair net. She may not have had enough for all of us grand-kids. Or she knew that it was more fun to have under-pants as hairnets and that she was creating wonderful memories that we would cherish for a lifetime. And really, why buy a hairnet when a pair of underwear does the trick. My nan taught me how to reduce, re-use and re-cycle before they were cool. Bread bags were washed and re-used. Buttons were cut from worn out clothes. These are still things I do to this day. I know that my nan is looking down on me and is proud. Her main concern was not environmental but financial. The Second World War brought lean times. Living in out-port Newfoundland meant that nothing was wasted. Necessity fuelled creativity.  I can trace this special creativity back to my nan.

Our wonderful comfy mattresses are in storage back in Canada. We have company coming. The mattresses that came with the house SUCK. We could buy new mattresses…that will be used for about a month…and will not be needed back in Canada. That just seemed really dumb and I could see my nan frowning down at me. I needed to get creative.

Enter the biggest pieces of bubble wrap I have ever seen. I gave the beds a make-over. If you come to visit, the bed will be comfy and I am sure that you will get used to the squeaking sounds. Nan, I know that you are smiling and giggling at my creativity.

Embrace the creativity in your life…even if it means making a mattress pad out of bubble wrap. And wonderful memories are made whilst wearing your grandmother’s underpants on your head.

~ Jody

 

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