to persevere: parenting stories and other geekery

J: “I’m not comfortable!”

Me: “Hush little baby…”

J: “I don’t want THAT song!”

“Ok, how about a new one?”

J sits up. “What?”

“Lie down and listen.”

J lies down.

“Kumbaya my Lord, Kumbaya…”

“Someone’s singing, Lord, Kumbaya…”

“Someone’s praying, Lord, Kum…”

J: “What does Kumbaya mean, anyway?”

“Come by here. We’re asking the Lord to come near.”

“Someone’s sleeping Lord, Kumbaya…” (that’s MY prayer right there…)

“Someone’s resting, Lord, Ku…”

J sits up. “Why do we want the Lord to come near when you’re resting, though?”

“J, we want the Lord to be near us in every situation, don’t we? OK, no more questions. Just lie down and listen, alright?”

“Someone’s crying Lord, Kumbaya…”

“Kumbaya, my Lord…”

J: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Now, imagine J (and T) singing this at the top of their lungs (and not completely in tune, either):

Because of who you are, I give you glory
Because of who you are, I give you praise
Because of who you are, I will lift my voice and sing
I worship you, because of who you are

Jehovah Jireh, you’re my provider
Jehovah Nissi, Lord you reign in victory
Jehovah Shalom, you’re my Prince of Peace
And I worship you because of who you are

must be a worship leader’s kids…

Legend has it that Pablo Picasso was sketching in the park when a bold woman approached him.

“It’s you — Picasso, the great artist! Oh, you must sketch my portrait! I insist.”

So Picasso agreed to sketch her. After studying her for a moment, he used a single pencil stroke to create her portrait. He handed the women his work of art.

“It’s perfect!” she gushed. “You managed to capture my essence with one stroke, in one moment. Thank you! How much do I owe you?”

“Five thousand dollars,” the artist replied.

“B-b-but, what?” the woman sputtered. “How could you want so much money for this picture? It only took you a second to draw it!”

To which Picasso responded, “Madame, it took me my entire life.”

I had my fourth photography gig today. When I sat down to plan out my pricing structure, I took all my experience in the studio and applied it to a photography business. Don’t undervalue yourself. It’s hard to raise your price later if you start into it at a really low price. Your rate must have more than just your wage built into it, so that you can cover: rentals, assistants, post-processing time, client facilitation time, phone time, administration time. It’s not likely that you will be able to separate all those things out and bill a client for each of those jobs. These must be reflected within your pricing. If they aren’t you will eventually become bitter and will find that you are working for next to nothing. Don’t flinch when you name your price to your prospective clients either. In your mind, you must believe your price is fair, and that is what you are worth. In no way shape or form am I comparing myself to the great Picasso, but artists need to be equally bold to stand up to the incessant forces of downward price pressure and insecurity/low self esteem.

Which brings me to the point of this post: pricing prints. As of yet, I have not sold a print to anyone. I haven’t tried. I have been working on a strictly commissioned basis. A recording artist commissions me to provide photos for their publicity materials or their CD artwork. I take the commission, and produce files ready to be used in print or on the net. So when, recently, I was discussing the possibility of doing a family portrait for someone, she asked me how much a print would be, I had to admit that I hadn’t gotten my pricing together for that yet. At that point I probably lost the job. But who knows, we’ll see. She told me a horror story about the Sears portrait studio… anyone have a mall portrait studio horror story?

But I digress.

I guess print pricing is for the “fine art” photographer, the ones who produce gorgeous landscapes or unique macros. For me, I haven’t had to come to terms with it yet. I rarely print anything. When I start, you’ll know.

Hmmm… it seems that T is still reacting to bananas, just not in the way she used to react to foods. sigh… it feels like a setback, but I guess we got our hopes up a bit. In any event, we are navigating our way through safe food, and so far we’ve been relatively successful. Eating out will become increasingly difficult this year, as T is older and more aware of being left out. That’s why we like Swiss Chalet so much, because she can have actual food there. At Chinese resto we can only really get rice and plain veggies. Or cucumber maki, as you saw. Everything else has a sauce, which all usually have wheat.

Oh well… eating at home is healthier anyway… (^_^)

DVD released today! Pixar is the bomb, you must own every DVD they release… repeat after me… :p I haven’t seen Cars, so I’m looking forward to what Ben Witherington called a not so thinly veiled critique of “auto eroticism in America“.

I’ll let you know.

I go buy now.