Working photographer, not working as a photographer but struggling to make it as a photographer while holding down a “steady” job just to make ends meet. I have been trying to figure out the secret formula to strike it big as a photographer but as I type this it hasn’t happened yet. It’s 1am and I have just made it home from the job that I detest but pays the bills and keeps me and my family from living under an overpass in a cardboard box. I guess you could say that I am lucky to have a job but if I had my way I would be “out there” struggling for my “art”, but I can’t. For some odd reason, my family insist on being feed, clothed and housed with running water, electricity and satellite television. They don’t understand the concept of “starving artist”, well maybe they do they just don’t want to starve with me. Who knows, maybe one day I will hit upon that elusive formula or take that great shot that will garner me recognition in the photographic world as the next Avedon, but until then I have to be back at work in 11 hours.