At the start of my photography career I learned the importance of an artistic self image. I enrolled in art school in Los Angeles during the Age of Aquarius, less than a week after military discharge. You know the look: crew cut, white shirt, bow tie. I was avoided like an infectious disease. It was only after I grew a full beard and adopted the countenance of Grizzly Adams/Ulysses S. Grant, that I was able to find true happiness. This image thing extends to equipment, as well. Once while doing an industrial job, I overheard the art director ask the in-house photographer if he thought I knew what I was doing. He replied that I must be good - I was using a Linhof. Now the only thing holding me back is my plain name. I have long since come to live with the fact that as an Anglo-Saxon American adult male, when anything goes wrong anywhere in the world its always my fault. Anyway, there is a very successful, clever and talented photographer just up the road from here, named Clement Calisher. He richly deserves all his success. But I cant help wondering how much more I might have had if my name had been as artistic as his. So I have been looking for some time for a suitably wonderful nom de camera. After much diligent searching, I stumbled across an old pair of work gloves in the garden shed. Their manufacturer has the perfect name for a sensitive and poetic photographer. So I have ordered a new batch of business cards with the name: Wells Lamont.