Every year my office has an employee expo, where for an afternoon we show off our outside skills, hobbies, and activities. Because we have a 13-story building with thousands of people, this can be pretty big. Last year my friend showed her photos, and she invited me to add some of mine to her table this year. I scrambled, printed some things from flickr, hastily matted them last night (and matted one backward, oops), and brought them in today.
Because I am really weird about mixing my endo-work and exo-work self — I have only one coworker as a Facebook friend and deny that I’m on it to everyone else — I didn’t want to actually be there during the expo itself. That means my friend had a ton of questions about my work, and she was really gracious to answer it all, or all she could. The four above are the ones that I displayed, and surprisingly to me but apparently to no one else, the photo of the side street in Troy (lower left) was the favorite. Self-critique is not really my strong suit.
Few people I work with even know I own a camera, much less use it, so all afternoon folks were coming by my desk to register their shock and give me compliments. It did feel good, I’m gonna be honest, a stroked ego is a happy ego. I said “thank you” more than a few dozen times today.
Now I’m excited. I want to print more of my work and frame it. I want to try to get it displayed other places, coffee shops, wherever. The entire process is fun, I forgot what it was like to actually handle a print and prep it to show people. It’s been a decade. Awesome.