I'm now well into my second week of vacation on the East Coast. It's been a whirlwind tour. First we visited with Tab's extended family, then my dad's extended family, then my mom's extended family, and now I'm in Cape Cod with Tab's brothers and sisters. Over the past week and a half I've had conversations with roughly 70 different relatives, most of whom I see only once a year.
Today I had the realization that not one of those people has asked me about my photography. No How's your shooting going? Any shows coming up? What projects are you working on? Nope. Nothing. No interest.
I'm not complaining about this, just making an observation.
It might be different if I was a working pro. Then people could ask me about my job. How's work? Any interesting clients? Business trip anecdotes? That's a frame of reference that most people can relate to, even if they don't necessarily care about photography. Career chit chat.
But a guy devoting his creative life to art photography? With no immediate recognition or reward? No one has the foggiest clue how to approach that. They know I carry a camera. On some level they know I'm involved in that life, consumed even. But my daily routine and activities are beyond comprehension, beyond curiosity. I may as well be painting rocks in the driveway or tossing grass seed from an overpass. Just as productive. What's there to talk about?
I suspect this is why some folks eventually move to the West Coast.