Friday, January 25, 2013
Dear Cover Letter Shitty First Draft. (Thank you, Rebecca)
Hi. A friend sent me an email with your available job position embedded as it's text. In the subject line she typed three words. Those three words were. this, is, you
I wonder. Travel photography. huh.
Yes. I do love a good road trip when I can get in my car with my dog and hit an open road. See new places, meet new people, witness a sun and a mountain and an ocean. Yes, that sounds great.
An agricultural journal? Hm. See how humans cultivate the land? Yeah. I do think I would like that and it would not be a bad idea for the girl who allowed the deer to eat all the strawberries in her own patch to learn a thing or two from people who know about deer being fond of such a plant. Duh.
You mentioned something about professional. I well yeah fiveminutes. I can do five minutes of professional, five minutes on the phone, five minutes in person, five minutes writing time. I can play the role of professional for a limited amount of space until I get behind my equipment. Once I am there then I don't have to play professional because all I care about is the photograph and sometimes maybe that is as professional as this photographer is going to get.
It says you would pay me for this, that you offer benefits. A background check? You can run two on me as well a credit check and a google search and ignore the blog, that's just me and a few of my friends. It is therapy and letters and what led up to a friend believing that what you describe is me.
You need twenty links to photographs which depict my take on lighting. Twenty. I have to pick.
Looking back on photos I once thought were good was hard. What I learned is that I am a developing photographer, always interested in getting better and better and I never want to stop. This, I think, is the greatest single thing I can bring to you.
Today I am grateful for an opportunity, for how a friend thinks of me.