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The Scene: Executive Surf Club, Corpus Christi, a few years ago. The photo director of the CORPUS CHRISTI CALLER TIMES and I are talking about what photographers always do in a social setting: Photography.
PD: When did you start?
BC: 1960.
PD: Oh, you belong to that Golden Age of Photojournalism!
I never recall that conversation without feeling old.
Well, old…er. But in looking back at that first job for a weekly newspaper in Amarillo, Texas, I am amazed at the changes--some gone, some bad.
I made $25 a week then, and thought I was rich. And if measured by the satisfaction of learning, in retrospect I can admit I was. In the intervening years, I have gathered enough war stories to burgeon many a blog. Most of them are funny and I’m usually the object of the joke. For there isn’t a mistake possible to make in photography that I can’t claim.
Example: My first assignment....
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