Key West photography has changed since it first opened, but I would say that it has continued to grow into one of the most important photography centers in the South. I’m proud to say that my gallery is the largest Key West photography gallery in the U.S., and it is one of the most beautiful places to visit.
The pictures in my gallery are stunning. I also love the way that Key West keeps the lights at bay, so you can’t see the stars and can’t tell what the camera is focusing on. As a result, when I’m out to dinner or out to lunch, it’s impossible to find a place that has these kinds of beautiful pictures.
Key West has its share of famous photographers. I am one of them. My gallery was actually built way back in the 1970s by the man who owned the Key West Hotel, the best Key West hotel. One of the reasons I love Key West is because you can still find many of these amazing photographers here. They may have moved to other places, but they are still here. They are the best of the best.
Although I’m a photographer now, I’ve always been into photography as a hobby, not a career. I guess this is just a case of me living in another world. In the summer of 2008 I was in my early twenties and still had a lot of free time. I went out to dinner with my girlfriend and an old friend of hers. We had a nice meal and went to a jazz club. She then invited me up to her house for the night.
I met up with this old friend who was a photographer, and we went to the same jazz club. We started talking about photography, and she asked me if I would be interested in taking some photos of her house. I was just about to say yes when the old friend suddenly said: “Hahaha, I have an idea.
The old friend invited me up to her house for the night as a favor. She was going to rent out an apartment for me to take photos. And that was when I started to really think about it. I knew I wanted to do photography, but I also knew that I didn’t know enough about photography, and I didn’t really know if I could do it very well.
It’s not unheard of to work with a model for a photo shoot. But I really felt that my previous photography experience on the side hadnt prepared me for the challenges that I would face. I was very nervous, and very excited. I got on my bike and rode up to her old house and knocked on her door. I knocked again and then finally knocked and called out, “Hello? Are you home?”. I waited a few seconds and then knocked a third time.
I was very surprised to hear a voice coming from behind the door. It was her mother.
My mother, Betty Jones, is an artist from Key West, Florida. Her father, a well-known artist, was a pioneer of photography in Key West. Her mother was a teacher at the local school and she raised Betty and her sister in this house.