Last fall, my church held a Biker Sunday. As I am wont to do, I pointed my camera at nearly everything in sight. (Sometimes I even clicked the shutter.)

After Biker Sunday, my pastor wrote an article about the event for a nationally-published magazine called Leadership Journal. To accompany the article, the magazine asked for my pictures. I submitted a few, and eventually forgot about it.

Last night, I googled my name (as I do on occasion, just to make sure nothing odd appears) and guess what I found:

The article, featuring my picture.

Do you know what that means?  The four (maybe five) people who check photo credits now know my name.  But more importantly, all the other readers have seen one of my pictures.  Yet again, I have achieved fame while expertly eluding fortune.

I’m good like that.