I quit my job last week. It wasn’t an I’ve-had-it-up-to-here spur-of-the-moment regret-it-immediately decision. I’d been planning to make the move for a while, ever since my goal for the year got blown away and then doubled… and then my bookings moved from “manageable with a bit less sleep” to “no life whatsoever besides shooting, editing, client management and… the day job.” Something clearly had to give. And it did.
I spent five years in New Orleans. Four and a half amazing years and one positively terrible final six months. College is pretty much awesome wherever you go, I’ve gathered, but I spent those years in one of the most delightful, challenging and historical places around. New Orleans will always hold a very, very dear place in my heart. Just like these folks.
[Note: I’m not trying to insult the majority of photographers out there with a different pricing structure than mine. We all figure out the best way to serve our clients. This is a personal opinion and you can take it or leave it.]