It wasn’t a bad summer job. I got to work around filmmakers and still photographers. They had started letting me set up the lighting for some of the shoots, and there was even the promise that, eventually, I might be allowed in the room during the shoot. Who knew? By the end of the summer, I might even be allowed to take a picture or two, get my hands on one of those high-tech Canon Mark IIIs that gave me wood every time I thought about them.
Yes, a perfect job in every way but one.
I couldn’t tell anyone what I was doing. Don’t get me wrong, I would have loved to brag about this great job to my friends. But, you know the drill. Click to read more