I began to think about all of the experiences that I had in making this photograph and in gaining the praise of others when it was exhibited. I then asked myself, what was the most memorable experience? I knew the answer immediately. What I remember most was the joy of making the photograph, the thrill of being out in the landscape, feeling the sand under my feet, searching for the image, experiencing the light, and the sound of the grains of sand being blown in the morning breeze as I stood watching that magnificient sunrise. I also remember the thrill of bringing the image alive as I maniupulated the tones when I made the fine print.

I don't know why it took me so long to realize that attempting to win praise was not the reason for making the photograph. It was the experience of making the image that was my "Award."

Doing the work is the "Award." What the critiques think is not relavent---that's only for the ego.

I have a passionate interest in photography yet have never exhibited any of my work. Photography is one of the things I live for and I've never even made a web site to show off "my creations." I recently submitted a print to a group of experts for critique. To my amazement, my print was selected as the favorite of the group. At first I was thrilled! But I quickly realized a hidden truth. The reason why I was happy about their vote of confidence was that my own confidence was lacking. I needed others to like the work because I wasn't sure if the work was any good. I needed their praise to give my ego a boast!