Jeff Pearson, Photographer
My blogs
| Introduction | I walked to school in the snow, uphill both ways. I vowed that someday I would live somewhere warm. Mr. Karmen showed me how to use a camera, it was love man. Signed my name on the dotted line when I turned 18. I got up really early and wore green for the next four years. Learned how to shoot things that didn't take film or compact flash. Lived somewhere way, way too warm. Saw the world when I was too young to appreciate it. Moved around, worked for the man, rode a snowmobile to work. Went to college and picked up a camera again. Went to another college where I never had to put it down. Graduated from college and realized I hadn't learned very much. Got hired. Worked for a verbally abusive sociopath. Moved to a city where the summer lasts for exactly 12.7 days, and it snows the other 352.3. Finally found the nerve to tell that crazy person where they could go. Got fired. Got paid to help other people take pictures, and learned what college should have taught me. Continued taking my own pictures while still helping other people take pictures. Began to get paid for taking my own pictures. All this and I still haven't found a lattitde that suits me |
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