Eventually, people asked me, as a photographer, why I didn’t have photos of myself except passport photographs.

Eventually, TFP shoots became too much hassle, with models expecting photographers to cooperate with them, not collaborate.

Eventually, too many sex maniacs pretending to be photographers spoiled the TFP market. 

Eventually, I realized my priority was my vision of the lighting in the photo, not the face being lighted.

Eventually, I decided that my existence must be proven by the recorded changes I made to the real world.

Eventually, merely photographing a naturally occurring moment like a bystander was no longer enough for me to believe I exist.