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Nice Work, If You Can Get It

Peter Nichols had only one passion. He loved photography. He had gotten bitten by the photography bug all the way back in junior high when, on his 13th birthday, his grandmother bought him his first camera. From that time forward, you rarely saw Peter without his trusty camera close by. He would take pictures of just about anything. He loved scenic pictures, he loved sports and action shots, and he loved historical subjects. But his greatest love was taking pictures of people. He loved interacting with his subjects and asking them questions. He found it added a fascinating aspect to his pictures to know why they were there and what they were doing when he took their picture. It was no surprise to anyone who knew Peter that when he got older, he would choose photography as a career path. It was a natural fit. Peter took whatever classes in junior and high school that he could make fit into his goal of becoming a professional photographer. He was the photographer for the high school newspaper, and he even helped as an assistant for the school pictures and school yearbook. Anything having to do with photography, and you would find Peter right in the middle of it. But photography, like any of the arts, is a tough thing to make a profession out of. Peter was a good photographer, there was no doubt about that. But he was not a great photographer. And in a field that if you aren't the best you are nothing, he was just another struggling picture-taker. He had managed, thanks to his ...

... grandmother and a fairly sizable bank loan, to come up with a workable photography studio that saw just barely enough business to pay for itself. Peter had to have a second job if he wanted to eat and have someplace to sleep besides his studio, but he still tried to get back to his photography any chance he had. And he did get an occasional photo job. He had been the wedding photographer a few times. He had done some work for a couple local businesses for promoting their products. He had even gotten the contract one year to do the local school pictures. But all of these jobs only kept the business afloat, none really did a lot for his credibility with the rest of the photo world. What he wanted was one good job that would be seen by people outside his small community. One day, that opportunity presented itself. Peter had decided to attend a small fashion show, the proceeds of which would benefit the Breast Cancer Foundation. The main draw of the fashion show was a guest appearance by professional model, Evangeline Wycombe. Peter had seen her picture in some fashion magazines he had gotten to look over the photographic styles. He was going to the show in hopes of meeting her in person. He went to the show as a free-lance photographer. He thought he might be able to sell a few pictures to the newspaper or something, but the main objective was just to watch the show and see how these things were run so he would be better prepared to shoot one himself someday. He brought a stack ...