My friends thought I was crazy when I first started talking about selling my photos. I had no experience and I barely knew how to work my camera. But they have no idea how easy it was to put my travel photos online and start selling them as stock.
At 5.45 a.m., the Paris Metro is nearly deserted and we have our pick of open seats. Across from me, Marisa is hunched over, her forehead teetering on the top of her tripod. Sleepily, she lifts her head and opens one eye to survey me in my bright red, 1960s prom dress. "One more stop," I say, and she goes back to napping on her tripod. She's not a morning person. But she knows this is going to be good.
School children wave from their front porch as you glide through the watery neighborhoods of Bangkok, the "Venice of the East," on your wooden boat.
The year after I graduated from college, I retired to the South of France. Ok—officially, I was "working" there as an English teacher. But that consisted of chatting with high schoolers in my native language for about eight hours a week (my contract paid me for 20 hours, but they never scheduled all of them).