What is wrong with the picture?

When expectation does not meet realization. It was going to be a slam dunk. I would print thirty Alligator Park specific 5x7 photographs. I would mat them and place them in sleeves. I would title them. I would offer them for the low price of ten dollars. I would place them on a main traffic aisle.
And so I arrived at Alligator Lake Park Spring Festival at 7:45 and helped Katrina, Sandy and the other artist lady set up the tent and their prints. I then set my table with Holy Land head dress table cloth on the corner. I placed four photographs out of the basket. And I waited,and I waited. Folks would walk by, and walk by. Even Melanie walked by and said, Where are your photographs?
They would casually look,more of a glance. I think only Rick, Shelley, Jordon and Doc Bloodworth actually flipped through, and rather rapidly at that, not looking at the title on the back.We are adept at making snap judgements. We are way beyond ponder. Or, they just are pondering kind of photographs.
The festival was to last until three. I left at one. I was done, the lack of interest painful, uncomfortable. The lady next to me, having started watercolor a year ago, sold several note cards. Sandy the yupo artist and painter sold cards and a print or two. I am not sure if Katrina and her photography booth sold. I hope so for she was kind to offer the tent and time.
So much for expectation. Now the realization and all that entails. Do I just quit this venture called photography and trying to show? Do I simply do it for myself? I know I could save myself much time and money if I did. I have a hundred dollars worth of prints I sent off for enlarging. I am not sure if it is even worth ordering frames for them. More money. More expectation and realization.
As I said, I deleted the link to Facebook on this after eleven saw it.
It was not an indictment on Facebook, the fun and keep up with friends place. It was a indictment on me for sub par work. For overpricing work, even at ten dollars. I should have printed up notecards and sold them for no more than five dollars. That is what the one year old artist did. She had lots of note cards, prints and a few originals. Plus, it was a bad venue to try and sell, unless it was plants,seeds,birdhouses or environmental related. Live and learn.
Expectation and reality.
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