the reason behind my love of photography, my Dad....taken 1974...
me...around maybe, 2?
my sister, baby brother and me...1975
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the challenge of a photograph a day ~ or almost every day ~maybe even more than one a day
just think....
a birth certificate shows we were born,
a death certificate shows we died,
but photographs show we lived!
a death certificate shows we died,
but photographs show we lived!
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2 comments:
It's interesting to explore where are wants, desires, and interests (may) come from. I know my dad had a camera but I don't remember him having much of a passion for using it. Looking back, my interests were in creating... photography, art, writing. Now all that remains is the courage to do what you are called to do!
Good luck with your photography... don't stop!
Mark
I remember my dad carrying his Minolta everywhere. The seemingly endless hours of, "Stand there. Look off that way." It was annoying at the time. Now I couldn't imagine not having those pictures and the memories they evoke.
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