This is how it usually goes at a party, in line at the grocery store, or during a casual conversation at the farmer’s market…
Innocent passerby: You’re a what? You mean like a newborn photographer?
Me: No, I am a birth photographer. So I photograph babies being BORN.
Innocent passerby: So is there lots of blood? Do you also photograph the V-A-G-I-N-A? (This second question usually asked in a loud whisper.)
The conversation often concludes with someone making a statement like… “Oh wow, well I’d never want you in MY delivery room,” to which I always respond by saying something like… “don’t worry, I won’t show up in your delivery room. Unless you invite me!”Read More