Here I am, constantly taking new photos and printing old and new ones. I know that for lack of time, money, and energy, my printing can never catch up. And I’m not famous, although some solid people like my work. Seeing that fame-and-fortune-wise it’s all for nothing, I should be miserable, right? The dealers who sell my prints at prices I could never afford sell few enough so that my income from their sales in 2008 was less than I spent on photo supplies. Meanwhile many photographers whose work seems worthless to me, as well as a few good ones, fetch enormous prices at auction. A newsletter that comes to me by swap, The Photograph Collector, recently published the information that a print by some famous photographer I’ve never heard of sold for only $18,000, a price the writer felt was hardly worth mentioning. Nowadays $100,000 and up per print is common, and prices in the low millions are occasionally paid even for good stuff, as well as for the usual trash. Some collectors will buy anything that’s promoted enough. Need I say that’s ridiculous?