Thursday, March 3, 2011

In It To Win It

Amy and I worked on a wedding album today, and almost completed it... before the software client locked up and erased the entire thing.
I even saved our progress before that happened, but it's a new version and I think it's just buggy.
Ugh!
Now I know what we'll be doing tomorrow. We've got three wedding that need to be ordered, and looks like we'll be starting from scratch again.

You know, Amy and I used to get worried when people would ask us about our business, like where we do our printing, equipment and software we use, and general questions that we mostly had to learn on our own. We were afraid that every upstart with a new Canon Rebel would try to start a photography business and take away clients.
Well... Let them come! Haha! The one thing we have learned over the last year and a half is: Having a photography business is HARD, STRESSFUL WORK.
There are obstacles and frustrations at every turn, people are ALWAYS wanting something for nothing. The learning curve is huge... at least to become profitable it is.
It's no wonder that the great majority, I think it's something like 90% of photography businesses go under within 5 years.
Now that being said, through all of the difficulty, we still love it. We want our "baby" to grow into something great and substantial. We STILL love photography, but if you're not in it to win it, forgetaboutit!

Through these weeks of being off, I'm focusing on getting things organized and making our workflow more efficient. THEN we can focus on branching out, and get into some creative advertising campaigns.

Life is good, and we are blessed.


KoP


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Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Vocabulary

I've been playing around in the studio a lot lately.
There are several songs that I've sketched out over the last year or so. I'm really interested in fleshing them out now. One is almost done.
The problem is, the solos all tend to sound the same.
I've got to come up with some fresh melody ideas. A friend suggested listening to a particular jazz artist. I can't remember the name, but one of his songs contains what is considered the quintessential jazz solo. Instructors at music colleges have their students learn and transcribe this piece. He suggested I do the same.
It makes sense really. Thoroughly learn solos from different sources and then reconstruct the ideas into a new coherent... statement.
That's i: Expand my vocabulary so I can express myself more completely, so that through my music I may compel the listener.

KoP

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Splice

Watched a weird and disturbing movie tonight: Splice



I would like that 2 hours of my life back. What a strange movie...


KoP


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Monday, February 28, 2011

Sensitivity Training

I'm not one to let my emotions show.
At least I don't THINK I am, especially not the crying sort of emotions.
It has something to do with my childhood I'm sure...
It's not something that I think is shameful or anything, I just tend to hide "involuntary" signs of emotion. I just KNOW that there is some sort of deep-seated psychological issue here...

Anyway, ever since I walked into the vet's office a sobbing mess when Ally passed, it seems my emotions have been on a hair-trigger. If I watch a sad movie, hear a sad song, or read any sad or otherwise heart-string jerking material, I lose it.
Maybe I'm still grieving.

The Vet's office sent us a condolences card when we got back from our trip and I couldn't make it through the first paragraph before I got up and went to the bathroom for a while so no one would see me crying.

Maybe this is some natural form of sensitivity training.

Whoops. Gotta go. Dr. House was just rude to a dying cancer patient on this show. I feel the water works coming on again.



KoP



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Sunday, February 27, 2011

The Meek Shall Inherit The Earth

This is a common sight around here lately. Abby has already set herself up as Alpha female.
Hilarious!




KoP

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