I’ve been slowly posting images for sale to the website Fine Art America. I like them because, I feel, their markup is minimal, but more importantly they offer a bunch of different options from fancy mental printing to small, custom greeting cards. I make no secret that I like producing images but don’t like sitting in front of a computer editing, and I especially don’t like the business end of it. That’s where Fine Art America comes in. If someone wants a photograph, there are seemingly countless options available. Instead of myself and an interested person e-mailing back and forth about size, mattes, frames, shipping, etc., Fine Art America takes care of everything — and shows the customer what they’re getting in real-time.
The reason I bring this up, is with the holidays around the corner, I have received a few e-mails from people looking to buy prints off of my blog. That makes me happy for a couple of reasons. The first is the obvious selling of images, but also because people are seeing my images and liking them enough to shoot an e-mail about buying them. It’s been a nice couple of weeks, and while I’m not about to retire or buy a new camera with my spike in sales, it’s a nice “self high-five” along the way.
Now, the image above has nothing to do with selling pictures, Fine Art America, or even the upcoming holidays. It’s just a picture of Mount Everest, towering 29,029 feet (8,848 meters) above the Earth’s surface. Flying from India to Bhutan our plane flight right alongside the mountain. Somebody up above was smiling down on us because we had the best window seats ever on the correct side of the plane for both flights to and from Bhutan.
As we were soaring high above the mountains, I looked out the window occasionally at all of the mountain peaks standing tall as far as the eye could see. One peak in particular caught my eye. I told my wife, “For some reason, I wonder if that is Mount Everest.” I recalled Everest having a double-peak, and for whatever reason it looked vaguely familiar to some of the pictures I remembered seeing. No sooner did we finish our discussion then the pilot click on his microphone and told everyone that Mount Everest was out the plane’s left side. To this day, I’m still damn proud of myself for recognizing Everest randomly along the way.