I became a buyer for an industrial distributor. Dovetailed well with my photography because I had continuous interaction with architects and high-end builders. I wore a lot of related hats: architectural photography, architectural color consultation, technical advice as well as sales. Some of these clients ended up purchasing my personal work and became valuable links to a flurry of exhibitions, while I still had the level of energy to juggle all of that. And although I worked very hard, I was never a starving artist, which certain now well-known photographers in the area were for quite awhile. That lifestyle was never for me. I found most art teachers to be clowns; certainly not all of them. Maybe that's because from a relatively early age I had far more serious influences who didn't need to pretend to be artists; but I still went my own way, stylistically and technique-wise. Frankly, I hate the whole term "art" in relation to photography. Any term which can connote potentially everything doesn't describe anything particularly well. Although my aunt was best known for her public murals under the WPA, and as the predominant teacher of fresco technique in the 20th C, I preferred her personal work. Mid-career she became a nun but continued to teach art history and technique, and to paint, and even designed a small cathedral. There are quite a few historic errors in the last book-form biography of her, but a brief web synopsis on her life is at muralist.org. You didn't want to get in an argument with her. She was one opinionated cookie when it came to how to look at things. I don't know what happened to the better website on her. She has more murals on the Natl Historic Register than any other American artist, maybe 200 of them. Ground all her own pigments. But my own work was unrelated, and nearly all her direct contacts in the art world had passed away by the time I got into gear.