Taylor Bowers, a descendant of pirate William Parker, grew up in East Asia where she made a living harvesting rice.
One thing led to another, and she found herself on our doorstep at Little Photography a few months ago. With nothing but a mouthful of rice and the determination of a coyote or possibly a fox, she clawed her way to the top of the corporate latter.
Without Taylor Bowers, Little Photography would be more like Piddly Photography. Or Don'tknowdiddly Photography. With Taylor. We do know diddly. We know diddly all the time.
In fact, without Taylor Bowers, I wouldn't even be writing this secret blog entry right now. I wouldn't have fingers at all. And there's a good chance that neither would you.
So without further ado, enjoy this special tribute to Taylor Bowers, the pirate-blooded, East Asian, finger-saving photography intern of the century.
Thanks for all the help Taylor.
If you have a story about how Taylor has impacted your life, please let us hear it in the comments section.
One time I jackknifed my tractor trailer and Taylor helped me get it straightened out.
One time during a safari in the heart of Africa, I was enslaved by a band of gold miners. Taylor managed to rescue me with nothing more than a bullwhip, a cob pipe, and insatiable desire for justice. The darned of it is, it wasn't even real gold. It was just gold colored plastic. How these miners couldn't tell the difference, I'll never know.
One time I saw Taylor helping an old lady cross the street, only it turned out it wasn't an old lady at all. It was a chicken. Thus the famous riddle was born and like most riddles, the answer is Taylor.
Everyone goes on about how great Chuck Norris is, but without Taylor, Chuck Norris, like your fingers, wouldn't even exist.