On the way back from camping at Chilliwack Lake Provincial Park in BC we stopped at this memorial to British airmen who died on a B-24 training flight in 1945. So young. . .
A woman who watched me wing-shoot with Big Bertha came up for a chat after the action was over. I don’t often swing that big lens handheld, but occasionally it works out.
I was munching on a samosa in the car, saw the heron coming in from a distance, grabbed the camera, jumped out of the car, and click, click, click.
She said she was interested in learning photography and asked me how long I’d been shooting.
“About 50 years,” I said.
We had a nice, two-meter chat, and I suggested she take a class or two through a community college to get her feet wet.
Trying to guilt people is no way to run a business, or any relationship.
I’ve subscribed to a photography list for several years, and over the last year I’ve received at least two, perhaps three messages along the lines of:
“You haven’t clicked on any of the links in my emails. Seems like you really don’t want to hear from me ever again, so ok . . . I won’t send you more emails.. . . ”
I know times are tough and many folks are struggling. But this approach is just, um, I dunno, counterproductive and sad.
And we don’t need more sad these days.
Give me a positive reason to stay on your list, and click on your micro-money-making links. . .
I’m not much of a link-clicker, but if there was an upside to it, rather than a guilt trip to it, I may click now and then. . .