
It's been nice knowing you all. Surely I'll have very little time to communicate with normal people from here on out having had my photo and name grace the NY Times, the holy grail of photojournalism. You're no doubt saying to yourself, "Jeff, that's great, but surely you are taking a bit...well, an immense and possibly ridiculous amount...of liberty with the word "published," no? I mean, your photo is just one of 300 some odd reader's cell phone photos featured in little known section of the Times (online version at that). You weren't even paid and it's doubtful more than a handful of people will click on the tiny thumbnail that is your photo and see it." And I stare at you a moment in what looks to be either incredibly deep thought or a minor stroke and respond with a swift, resolute and determined "Yes! Liberty taken and embraced...possibly groped. My dear friend or family member or lucky visitor, you are here. Where? Here...at the humble iPhone photo beginnings of a wonderful career shooting for the NY Times." (cue applause) I'll just be waiting here by the phone.