How I Became A Better Photographer


How I Became A Better Photographer


1 year ago I was just let go from my seasonal job and was getting used to lying in bed and doing a 'whole lotta nuthin'.  I never was one to like laying around much but I started getting used to it. My parents weren't liking it, I'm pretty sure I resembled a corpse from reversed sleeping schedules. But the matter at hand was I needed another job.

Beautiful Coquina Beach Sunset.

I didn't want to work at a food place because of all the rude customers and possibilities to make next to nothing on off days. [but Mac, there's rude people everywh—] Yes. Hush your face, I know. Close to saying forget it, an opening I saw online for a convenience store on the island popped up![ten miles from my house!] working just a few months I hadn't saved up much for a car and that was a problem. I'd have to rely on my mom for rides there and back.

Anna Maria City Pier, the pier is over 105 years old and used to be used as a cargo dock before being made a restaurant.

But nevertheless, I loved the idea of the sea air and sunscreen all around me, and the slow feeling of the island. So I applied, and got the position. In a short period I worked my way up to manager through proving myself to the manager and other co-workers. But in taking the job, it changed me a bit. Not having a vehicle right away was a bit of a pain, but I also enjoyed going around on the free trolley and people watching.

A woman, who I found out through conversation was 98 years old, was on her way to church. She doesn't drive and said she didn't want to because of 'all this damned traffic.' She lived in 8 different parts of the Country, and when I told her about my urge to go explore places, she replied "How old are you?" "19." I said. "Don't rush your life, you've got so much time to enjoy it."

Waiting for my mom to come get me, I would stop and get ice cream, walk the beach, sit at the parks, take photos of the beautiful scenery around me. It was beautiful and so peaceful all at the same time. In the mornings I would stop at the Anna Maria Beach Cafe and have breakfast every morning I opened with the view of the ocean in front of me getting to hear about everyone's day by eavesdropping on the locals. Sometimes on truck days I'll go down to the Donut Experiment on Pine and bring donuts to the crew. I loved and still love it all. 

 Her name is Big Bertha. 

Her name is Big Bertha. 

I saved enough and purchased a car on my own. She's an attractive Smart Car, she likes long drives on the beach, and doesn't even have a drinking problem [gas.] So, what more could I ask for? Did I mention her name is Big Bertha? All in all, working on the beach has taught me several things. But I condensed it to 5 little points.

  1. That person who just sped around you because you braked drove directly into a merge lane, and will need back into your lane. You're not going to let them in. They're idiots.
  2. If you want to be to work at 12:30, leave the house at 11 (If you're getting Chipotle) 
  3. If you want a good view of the gulf for breakfast, get there at 7:25am, five minutes before they open.
  4. DIDN'T I JUST CHANGE THE TRASH?
  5. Chill out. You're on island time.