I remember Jack Nicholson saying this line as the Joker, “you can’t get an omelette without breaking some eggs!”  This is actually, according to Wikipedia, an English proverb that means “in order to achieve something, it is inevitable and necessary that something should be destroyed.”  As I continue on this journey from retired gentleman to stunningly successful photographer, I am at the point that I need to “break some eggs.”

One might wonder what one would be destroying in the beautiful, artistic world of photography.  Fear of failure.  laziness.  Procrastination.  Worry about what others think.  And a whole host of other self-imposed obstacles that man puts in front of himself, or herself, that prevents them from pursuing one’s dream and one’s desires.  I don’t know how it is for others, but I struggle with these things.  There are times everyday where I ask myself “Why am I doing this?  I could just spend my time going to the gym, reading, watching NCIS reruns, play computer games.  What am I doing?”  I feel like Hub in “Secondhand Lions.”  I want to throw away the pitch for and tell everyone else they can live to be a hundred.

But I have set my feet on the path I want to go.  While on that path, I daily need to ninja kick all those fears and obstacles right in the ….throat.  A man needs to have value in this life.  If I can deliver to a happy couple few images that they will cherish forever, then that is my value to this world.  And if I can get paid for it, well, that’s a value to me.  Win-win!

But this saying has another, more subtle, less violent, less ninja, and more of a Diner’s, Drive-ins and Dives message to me.  It means it is time to cook.

I just finished a class today called Wedding Crashers taught by Diana Steffen (www.dianaelizabeth.com)  This class filled in the majority of the knowledge gaps that I had about the business of wedding photography.  I now feel like I am a chef.  I have ingredients, I have a recipe, and I want to make an omelette.  But if I don’t pick up the egg and crack them open, the omlette does not get made.  It stays in my head, it stays on the recipe card.  I know I can cook the omelette, I just got to pick up that egg.

What this is all about is that I have my 1st wedding shoot.  Every photographer, from the lowest priced photographer to the $10,000 minimum package photographer, had at one point in time a first shoot.  I wonder how they felt before that shoot, if they felt the same things I am feeling now.  I know the more a person does something, the more they wonder why they were ever apprehensive about doing it in the first place.

So that is where I am at the moment.  I have had some terrific classes taught by Diana.  I have done a ton of research on my own.  I believe I am ready.  And if I believed otherwise, no one in the world is going to know that.

Jasmine Star says posts are always better with pictures.  Here are picture of one of the oddest sights I have ever seen. This photograph was taken at the parking lot of Turf Paradise.  Sixty or so geese were just taking a little rest in the parking lot on their way south.  Guess they thought it was a big cement pond.  I got as close as I could, but something told me that if 60 geese got spooked and flew my direction, I would be in a bit of trouble.


Raquel, who everyone else calls Lita, is a former photography student of mine.  We became friends on Facebook after graduation, managing to keep in touch off and on.  I had told her of my intentions to start my own photography business and was looking for opportunities to shoot events and such.  Raquel invited me to take photographs at her birthday party.  Or maybe I begged and pleaded for the opportunity, I can’t quite remember.  Regardless of which version is true, the date was set and I packed up my camera and aching back and headed to the party.

The party itself was unique in a couple of ways.  One was that 2 other people shared the same birthday, so the party honored all three of them.  Another was that it was a costume party.  Come dressed up as your alter ego.  There were some great costumes that night.  A Franciscan monk, a nun, a lumberjack, a Carmen Miranda, a female ninja warrior, a monk in a luche libre mask are just a few of the alter egos that appeared at the party that night.  The best costume, in my humble opinion, belonged to a young lad from Ireland who is here getting a Masters in Music at ASU.  He was dressed in his Irish soccer uniform.


 I, after much thought and deliberation, came cleverly disguised as a great American photographer.

At this point in my brand new business and career, I hope you appreciate the fact that I am working for the experience and working for the food, the good eats at these gigs.  And let me say I was not disappointed.  My compliments to all the guests that brought food to share.  Fantastic.

A final note on the party.  Raquel and her friends are very spiritual, committed Christians.  She, as well as others at the party, are heavily involved in a downtown youth and neighborhood ministry.  It was nice to see young people having a great time with nothing stronger than lemonade and peach ice tea.  And Jesus rap!

Thank you, Lita, for allowing me the opportunity to photograph your special day, and meeting all those wonderful friends and family of yours.