Three and a half years. The time I spent working in the food industry at a local country club in Western Pennsylvania. It by far wasn’t the worst job. I got to see the sunrise every morning as I restocked the beer cooler, preheated the hotdog grill, and brewed the first batch of coffee as I waited for the early rising golfers to round their way to hole 10 by my stand. On those days, I would have laughed in my own face thinking that everything would come full circle and I would be in the presence of the king of golf himself, photographing him for a cover of WHIRL magazine.
Eating Like a Local (Photographer) in New York City As an editorial food photographer in New York City, one of the best parts of my