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Commissioned

I got commissioned. I am very excited, yet nervous all at the same time.

A doctor contacted me recently, explaining that her practice was expanding their office and leasing another wing next to their own. She wants my photographs to line her walls. She had only two stipulations.

First, all photos were to be black & white (my favorite) and that the photos were of local subjects.

She has yet to sign a lease, so I cannot have access to the space until that is completed, plus they need to do construction for the area. Transforming an oral surgeon’s office to a more traditional doctor’s office.

One subject she mentioned was Mount St. Francis. I have tons of pictures from that area, so I sent her those from my new website and was told “there are already some we love”.

Decisions still need to be made, such as how many prints, what sizes, if she wants exclusive rights to the photos, if I am providing the frames and, of course, cost.

I am truly honored and excited about this opportunity and look forward to seeing the project develop (yeah, that’s a pun).

Until next time,

Tim (Kilmer)

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