It’s really happening … ???
Motorcycle sound (who uses that for a ring tone?!?)
Me: Hello? (slightly annoyed after having my nap disturbed)
Unidentified caller: Hello. May I speak to Mr. Craunpixel please?
Me: No one here by that name. You must have the wrong number. (I lift my finger to disconnect phone)
Unidentified caller: Wait! I’m sorry but I may have mispronounced the name. I’m looking for the person who posts on the blog that’s spelled K*r*a*h*n*p*i*x. It is a rather um … unusual name. (just a little tone)
Me: Oh yes that could be me. (brain begins to function better) Yes, yes … that’s definitely me.
Unidentified caller: This is Condy from National Geographic calling.
Me: Really? (Sounding less than convinced)
Condy: Yes. I was calling to …
Me: Is this some kind of a sales call? I haven’t subscribed in decades so …
Condy: Actually the folks here at National Geographic are quite impressed with your photos and would like to purchase one for the cover of our upcoming issue.
Me: Wait a minute is this real. Who asked you to call? Was it Phil?
Condy: It was my boss (sounding confused) but …. look if you don’t want to sell your photos that’s fine I’ll …
Me: No sorry. I just wasn’t sure this was a legit call. I’m a great fan of National Geographic! Great supporter.
Condy: I assure you we’re serious Mr. ah … sorry I’m not sure how to pronounce your name. We found your blog and think you are an amazingly talented photographer. We would like to purchase the rights to a photo of your choice for $5,000.
Me: Um well I’m not sure …
Condy: You drive a hard bargain Mr. Craunenpix
Me: It’s Krahnpix but whatever. I’m just not sure my photos are good enough … (tailing off into a whisper)
Condy: How about $7,000?
Me: Well if you put it that way, why not? You are very persuasive.
Just to be clear, I’m not dreaming this, right?
Condy: Are you sure you’re OK?
Me: I’m never entirely sure …
This call is really happening … never! And I’m good with that. Really! Of course if they were desperate, I might take the call and generously spend their money!
National Geographic recognition used to be on my secret bucket list – after all, they are often idolized as the photography gold standard. However, I checked my bucket list the other day and was surprised to discover that entry was gone.
I think it might have disappeared after I was challenged by another blogger to think carefully why I take photos. My first thot was visualizing the euphoria of making it to National Geographic. Then I thot of how I would feel about photography two weeks later. I decided it would be pretty much the same as now. I suppose that’s one of the reasons why I’ve never sent my photos to any magazines. There’s something satisfying about thoroughly enjoying my photos and sharing a few without having to chase sales, awards or recognition.
I’m regularly amused by how many professional photographers describe themselves as an “award winning photographer.” Is there a secret club?
Somehow I find it oddly satisfying to proudly proclaim I’ve won no awards.
Wait a minute, I think I hear that motorcycle ring tone … gotta go!