My cell phone rang at 6:45 p.m. on Wednesday. The call came from one of my more high-maintenance clients.
"Thank God I caught you," he said. "I need a print right away. Can you meet me at your studio at 9 in the morning."
"Might be difficult," I said.
"Why."
"I’m in Georgia."
"When will you be back?"
"Sometime this weekend. Not sure yet."
"That’s too late. Never mind."
I stopped him before he hung up. The print he needed is from an image that is stored in an off-site server, one that I can access from my laptop while on the road.
"When do you need the print?"
"Friday at the latest."
"What size?"
"Oh, 16 by 20 should do it."
I pulled the print up on the server, sized it, and then hit a button that said "print and ship." The stock agency that handles my photography will print it today and overnight it to him in Floyd. He will have it on Friday.
Mission accomplished. Technology scores again.
I wish I had known you were coming through Spartanburg. I would have treated you to the Carolina BBQ. I don’t comment here regularly, but I do visit, read, and enjoy your photography.
Dread