Photography is in my blood. My father is a dedicated hobby photographer, and I remember watching him going to extremes to take interesting photos, and then spending endless hours printing and framing them, and selling them at local craft fairs. Although he had a true passion for it, his job at General Motors is what paid all our bills. My grandmother on his side was also a photographer, and while her subject was her family, she was rarely ever seen without here faithful camera in her hand. Photography seemed like such an interesting thing to do, but I didn’t know if it was even possible to make a living being a photographer. I didn’t know any professional photographers personally, but had seen enough magazines and coffee table books to know they must exist.
When I was 14, my dad gave me a small manual film camera, and taught me the basics of exposure and how to develop black and white film. I ventured out to photograph the world with a new set of eyes that were hunting for the beautiful and extraordinary. Living in suburbs made beautiful and extraordinary a little hard to find, but I did my best. It was on my family’s camping trips to Northern Michigan and the great lakes that my passion for photographing pure nature was born.
It was on one such family trip that my parents stopped by to visit an old friend who was, in fact, a professional photographer. He looked through the portfolio of my first year’s work, dismissing everything except one beachscape photo that he praised for its composition. I took that as encouragement, and after seeing his photo studio and hearing about his big-name clients, I felt much more optimistic about my future as a photographer. But of course, it looks much easier from the outside than would prove to be the reality.
I studied photography throughout middle school and high school, and then did a three-year intensive photo program at a high-ranking vocational photography college in Lansing, MI. I had dreams of owning my own studio, working for myself, and having the freedom to do fine art photography in my spare time. The day I graduated college, I moved to Colorado and opened my first studio. I had no startup money, so I partnered with a friend who had an existing business, helping to manage their store in exchange for operating my studio out of the back room. It was exhilarating to be in such a beautiful part of the country, to be running my own business, and feeling an amazing sense of freedom being out in the world and working for myself. That feeling didn’t last long.
Helping my friend run that store taught me so much about how to operate a business, and how not to operate a business. Within 3 years, as the store was failing, I found myself putting more and more of my own time, resources, and even credit on the line to help it pull through. But ultimately, I had to pull out, leaving my only option to rebuild my life, my career, and my credit back in Michigan.
I stayed with family in the Detroit area as I got back on my feet and was very lucky to get a job at a high-tech 10,000 square foot photo studio that photographed cars, trucks, and SUVs. In my 2-year stint with Davo Photographic, I learned an amazing amount about how to be successful in the photography industry, and about the incredible new digital photo technology that was just emerging. I loved my boss and the work environment, but quickly found myself going into serious nature withdraws. Moving from Colorado to Detroit is not something I recommend to anyone, especially not if you are a die-hard nature lover and a photographer. I knew I needed to get out of there, but I didn’t know where to go.
My photography professors taught us that if you want to be a successful professional photographer, you have three options: Chicago, New York, or L.A.. So I had my mind set on New York, New York, the city that never sleeps, where artists can break into the big time.
I saved my money and did lots of research about the city. But, one fact kept coming back to me. Aside from Central Park, the entire city was a concrete jungle, as far removed from my beloved nature as you could be. Living in Detroit was bad enough, but New York just wouldn’t work for this nature loving, freedom seeking photographer. So, I took the savings I had, bought a camper, a kayak, and a mountain bike, and set off on a 6 month journey to explore the country, looking for a place where a photographer could make a living without sacrificing his soul.
I revisited Colorado, but having virtually no lakes, it was simply too dry for me, Utah and Arizona were glorious, but even dryer. I took the highway west and hit the ocean in Los Angeles, the legendary city that boasts amazing photography jobs, but who’s air made me throat hurt and eyes sting just driving through it. As I drove up the California coast, I dreamed about the perfect place for me. Somewhere with mountains, lakes, and the ocean. Someplace where I could live tucked away in the foothills, but get to town with less than a 30 minute commute. Someplace that had enough people and businesses that could support my studio, but that wasn’t overly industrialized or developed.
It seemed that the word had got out about sunny California, and everyone and their mother had already moved there. All the places that fit my criteria were insanely out of my price range, and I would be a tiny fish in a huge pond. Oregon was impressive, and I seriously considered settling in Portland, but wanted to see Washington first, before coming back. At this point it was October and, having my camper, I needed a campground for the night, but they were all closed. Fortunately I befriended a retired couple in Ashland, Oregon that said I was welcome to camp on their property at the base of Galbraith Mountain in Bellingham, WA.
So after making quick stops in Olympia, Seattle, Everett, and Snohomish, I arrived in Bellingham in time for the sunset. I ended up down Chuckanut drive, and running across the train tracks to get to the beach at Teddybear Cove I tripped and, trying to protect my camera as I fell, I landed on my chest, cracking at least one rib, AND breaking my camera anyway. I was devastated. Why was this happening to me now??
But as it worked out, I had to stay in Bellingham for ten days while my camera was repaired and my ribs recovered. In that ten days, I utterly fell in love with Bellingham. Despite the pain in my chest, I rode up Galbraith Mountain, paddled on Lake Padden, hiked at Artist's Point, and my friends even took me sailing on Bellingham Bay. This place was my dream come true! Mountains, islands, lakes, the sea, and the ocean not too far away. Sorry Portland, but Bellingham has you beat.
Coming back from sailing, my friends told me that some people even live on boats in the harbor. Does that sound fun or what?? Within a few months I had met a wonderful lady, we were engaged and we were the proud owners of our own 40 foot live-aboard boat. We lived on the boat for my first 2 1/2 years in Bellingham. I was thrilled and terrified as I signed the lease on my new photo studio in Downtown Bellingham. I would end up keeping that studio for 15 years, but it wouldn't be any easy experience.
At my grand opening, my main camera was stolen. My truck blew it's head gasket shortly after that as well. I used a little digital point and shoot for professional shoots until I was able to get a replacement for my DSLR (Canon EOS 10D), and I bought a Geo Metro for $600 to get around until I could put a new engine in my truck. For the first several years, I went to every networking group I could, and took every opportunity to promote my studio with Guerrilla Marketing techniques. Over time I built my clientele doing mostly business portraits, product photography, real estate photos, and whatever other photo jobs I could bring in the door. I even branched out into graphic design and web design to help diversify my income sources. As I began to explore Washington's amazing wilderness, my best nature photos started appearing on the walls in my studio and the hallways, and I got on the map for the monthly Downtown Bellingham Art Walk.
In 2005 the dream became a reality when we bought a humble home in the Mount Baker foothills, about 25 minutes from Bellingham. My hard work was paying off, and I had a place to plant gardens and start a family. The studio was doing well, and I was building my reputation in Bellingham, WA as a dependable go-to photographer.
Fast forward to 2013. I had survived the market crash of 2007 - barely. The last 5 year had taken every ounce of commitment and determination I had to stay in business and to overcome the personal turmoil that was a result of the stress and the long hours at work. But then an amazing thing happened. I was visiting my photographer friend Steve's house, and he showed me a photo print that blew my mind. It was a close up image of a dahlia that was printed on a high-gloss sheet of aluminum. I was floored. It looked so vivid and realistic. And, it didn't need to be framed! My love of Metal Prints was ignited.
At my wife's suggestion I had an event at the studio where I sold all of my framed photos for 50% off. I took the money from that sale, and invested in my first two Metal Prints. Coincidentally, two months later, my client Lori Reece from ReMax, called to ask about photography for her office that she was remodeling. I took my two metal prints with me to her office, which she got very exited about. After careful planning and negotiation she invested in 24 large Metal Prints for her office. This was the launching point for what is now the Peter James Photography Gallery.
So now I had an even bigger dream - not just to be a professional photographer, but own a successful photography gallery and build my name as a fine art nature photographer. I did my research and discovered that very few photographers have successfully accomplished this. Of the few that have, the similarities I saw were: amazing work, excellent locations, and dynamic people skills. I had a good start, but would have to work on all three.
I spent the next four years diligently expanding my photo collection and developing the gallery business, while also running my normal business. I've always worked very hard, but I kept working harder to help bring this dream into focus. I'd lived in Washington State long enough now to know the most beautiful places to go, and the best times to go there, to get the most breathtaking and memorable photographs. My daughter was big enough now to hike with my wife and me, and they were there with me when I took many of the photos that are now in my gallery collection.
In the winter of 2017, after having been burned badly by yet another web design client, I made the decision that it was time to fully invest in the gallery, as my primary focus. I spent months looking for the perfect commercial space for the gallery. I've always dreamed of being in Fairhaven, but there was nothing for rent. At all. Then, looking online, I saw the artist rendering of a new building that would be completed in Fairhaven the following summer - and it had an Orca Whale swimming through the corner of it!
I knew that the Orca Building had to be the place for my nature photography gallery, so I contacted the building owner, negotiated a lease, took out a loan, and hired a contractor to build out the new gallery space. It being a brand new building, and us being the first tenants, gave us total freedom to plan the space exactly how we wanted it. It was a huge leap of faith, but it's really paying off. We had over 2,000 people come through the new gallery in the first 6 months, and had been delighted by the outstanding response we get.
I like to think that the artwork speaks for itself, but I also love being in the gallery, talking with guests and collectors, telling them the stories behind each unique photograph, and sharing the excitement and adventure that goes in to every one. Nature's beauty and intelligence means so much to me. I believe that nature holds the answers to all our greatest challenges, and that the more we take time to enjoy nature, the happier we will all be.
So it's with humble gratitude that I say Thank You to every one of my past clients and collectors who have helped me achieve this lofty and rewarding dream of being a professional nature photographer. I hope that my work has helped make your lives better, richer, and filled with the love of nature. And to all of you reading this, thank you for listening to my story, and I look forward to seeing you in the gallery!