A year ago this week, I took a class at the Santa Fe Photographic Workshops. Without going into detail, I’ll just say that I hated it. Two days in, I wanted to come home, but my Patient Spouse and a photographer friend of mine talked me off that particular cliff. I still hated the class, though.

The last night, I hardly slept at all. About 2 or 3 in the morning, I looked over and saw one shirt hanging up in my closet; I made a photo with my iPhone since I didn’t have anything else really going on.

Today, I found out that image was accepted into a show at the A Smith Gallery in Johnson City, Texas. The show, black/white, will be up from August 4 – September 10, with a reception on August 26. Elizabeth Avedon was the juror.

So, it just goes to show, doesn’t it, that terrible weeks can sometimes bring good results.

By then, he’d already moved on
Santa Fe, New Mexico