As I stood beneath the towering structure of the St. George Island bridge, the view from the Apalachicola side was nothing short of mesmerizing. The bridge soared high above me, its massive undercarriage creating a geometric marvel that twisted and faded into the distance. The street lights lined up like sentinels, gradually disappearing into the horizon.
In the summer of ’85, when my photography business was finding its footing, fate intervened in the form of a chance encounter at KEH Camera Brokers. Back in those days, if you lived in the Atlanta area, you could walk into KEH and go through their bins. My heart yearned for a Hasselblad, a symbol of professionalism and artistic excellence, but my wallet whispered tales of financial strain. A commotion at the counter caught my attention as I stood amidst the array of lenses and bodies. A man, his frustration palpable, lamented the meager offer the buyer proposed for his beloved Hasselblad kit. With lenses spread before him like treasures on display, he turned to me, a stranger, and posed an unexpected proposition.
Choosing Silence: Why I’ve Disabled Comments
Over the years, photoscapes.com has undergone significant changes as my career has evolved.
With a small notebook and pencil, I decided, just for fun, to calculate a rough estimate of how many prints I have sold throughout my career.
Darlene Almeda possesses a background in commercial art, web design, photography, and education, all contributing to her identity as a visual artist.