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David Buchholz
Steve, I'm glad you brought up the question, as answering it pretty much reflects my post WHHS life. I only picked up my first camera in 1969 and immediately fell in love with photography. After a stint in the Peace Corps and my marriage I decided I wanted to be SIGNIFICANT, so I applied to the Rhode Island School of Design. I didn't get in. I spent a year in Middletown, selling furniture at the Wholesale Furniture Depot, trying to become a better photographer, while my wife pursued her Master's at Miami. I hoped that I could make a second run at RISD. I didn't get in the second time, either. RISD prepares photographers for a life of poverty but SIGNIFICANCE. Graduates are artists, and artists don't make any money.
Temporarily discouraged I went to Miami, too, then picked up my Masters and taught HS English for eight years, the first three at Talawanda HS in Oxford, the last five in Santa Rosa. Discouraged not with teaching but with my $14,500 a year salary, having a mortgage and three kids, I quit and turned to trying to make a living at photography, first trying to sell art prints (good luck), then portrait photography, meaning high school senior portraits, weddings, proms, families, etc., I was successful. Artistically insignificant, but successful. After seeing the PBS documentary last night on perhaps the most remarkable and significant photographer of the twentieth century, Dorothea Lange, I have had to come to grips with being content with my success.
The kind of SIGNIFICANCE that you're describing is sometimes out of reach. My essay a few pages earlier was about coming to grips with making peace on the road more traveled.
P.S. Stephen, I've mentioned that I can't leave a post without a photograph. This one is for you:

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