Lately there have been several reoccurring questions I have come to dislike. And I have yet to find simple answers to any of them.
Where do you work?
When ever people ask this I have this unexplained urge to so “no where.” Mostly its because my life so to confusing right now, it’s a pain to have to try and explain it to people. The long answer takes up time most people don’t care to give.
Where did you go to school? What did you take?
Its not these two questions I dislike so much as the one that follows. This question usually asks why I’m not in Iraq or working for the National Post already, or still standing behind a desk at Home Depot. I’m here because this is where God has placed me, I’m here because you have to start at the bottom and work your way up. I’m here because amazing careers don’t happen overnight or the day after you finish college. (in most cases anyway)
What do you do?
I’m never really sure what to tell people when they ask what I do. When I say I’m a photographer for such and such newspaper, I often get reactions that are a little over the top.
Perhaps it’s also the fear that, that person will open the paper the next morning and hunt for my pictures and be disappointed in what they see. That and I for the most part when most people tell me that I certain picture is really good, I usually take them for liars unless it is a picture I actually do love. I would rather people not know that I took it then have then feel like they need to complement me.

But then maybe my dislike for these questions is a direct reflection of my own pride, and my lack of self confidence.