There’s an old story that’s been attributed to author Margaret Atwood although there’s no proof or source to this story:
While at a dinner party, Margaret Atwood is asked by the man seated next to her, “What do you do?”
Atwood replies, “I’m a writer.”
“Really?” says the man. “When I retire, I’m going to become a writer.”
Atwood then asks, “What do you do?”
“I’m a neurosurgeon.”
She replies, “How interesting. I always thought that when I retire, I’d take up brain surgery.”
You could easily replace “writer” with “photographer”. It’s funny how many people confuse “photographer” with “camera owner.”
Becoming a photographer
