Here’s another take on you know you are a underwater photographer when you try to make a profession out of it.
An Underwater Photographer as seen by…
My self: An artist on the verge of greatness.
Mom: Unemployed.
Dad: I put him through college for this?
Myself: a bigger than life photographer with a truly artistic eye that knows how to capture the true essence of the subject.
The magazine’s Art Director: another imbecile who manages to make images shot with a $10,000 camera system look like they were shot with $150 point and shoot with a thumb smear on the lens.
Myself: a true master and commander with the right insight to steer a publication on a productive course.
The publisher: another imbecile sure to be unaccountable if he were allowed to the Magazine’s Photo Director.
Myself: a role model to all aspiring underwater photographers.
My Colleagues: another photographer who hasn’t learned how to properly use Photoshop.
Myself: a skilled professional whose work requires travel to exotic places, as well as spend inordinate sum of money on dive and photo equipment purchases – all of which deductible on schedule C of my tax return.
My neighbor: a guy running a disability scam.
My high-school reunion classmates: A guy living off a trust fund or married into money.
Myself: a creative artist who’s tangible assets on the verge of fame and fortune.
My accountant: one step away from filling bankruptcy, an audit by the IRS and going to jail for tax evasion.
Myself: a man living his dream, adventurously living by my wits.
The wife: At least I am the one with a real job that pays the bills.