A few years back, my daughter needed some photos for her modeling portfolio so we made an appointment with a professional photographer from New York city.

The photographer would come into East Lansing for two days during the week and set up in a meeting room at a local hotel.  Since my daughter’s photo shoot was in the morning, she rode into work with me and I took her out to the hotel.

The intent was to drop her off before work, so we arrived at the hotel rather early.  When we went into the lobby, I stopped at the main desk to ask directions.  The desk clerk was very helpful and called for the manager.

The manager was happy to see me and took us up to the mezzanine.  He showed us where the restrooms were located and said that he would have some coffee and donuts delivered right away.

Wow!  What service.

Then he showed me the rooms where the pictures would be taken.  The rooms, of course, were empty since we were the first to arrive.  Then, the manager said that if I needed any thing to let him know and that I could start setting up my equipment when ever I wanted.   That is when it hit me.  He thinks that I am the photographer.  And I don’t even have a camera with me!  Interesting.

A year or so later, Kathy and I were guests at a wedding reception when a woman came up to me and asked if I would do the pictures for her daughter’s wedding. This request took me by surprise.  Not only was I not taking pictures at the wedding reception, I didn’t even have a camera with me.  And while there was a photographer at the reception, he didn’t look anything like me.  I thanked the woman for asking me but I graciously declined saying that I wasn’t a photographer.

Why do people think that I am the photographer when I don’t even have a camera with me?  I guess that I must look like a photographer.  I don’t know if that is good or bad.