I can’t complain about my job. I try to but nobody buys it. Truth is, it’s a pretty darned good job. I get to stay at places like the Luxor Hilton (shown above) in Luxor, Egypt and take photos. Sounds pretty sweet, doesn’t it? Take a look back across that infinity pool in the other direction:

That’s the Nile beyond the pool and the palm trees and the Valley of the Kings lies just over that mountain.

No. It’s a pretty good life.

The downside is the upside. I never get to relax by such a pool. With beautiful light like this, you’d better believe I’m scampering around taking photos. Whether I’m on assignment or not, I have to shoot. It would be painful for me to sit on one of those lounge chairs and “relax.” Relax? Are you kidding me? No, I’ll take the 2:00 am wake-up calls and the long days lugging a backpack full of gear. It’s my job.

And I wouldn’t do anything else.

Update: Okay… full disclosure. I don’t ALWAYS get to stay in places like the Luxor Hilton. Need I tell you about the time I spent a freezing winter night by a river in a four-foot-tall plywood enclosure with a cardboard box for a toilet so that I could shoot some migrating birds? ‘Nuf said.

But I still think it’s a pretty good job.