Oh I wish I had a nicer camera.  I realized that I'm poor with words, but when it comes to photography I can let the images speak for me.  This is exampled through the two photo essays I posted months before.  I was trying to breathe new life into my current camera (which is about to bite the dust....hey after 5 years of hard use, it's time to make peace).
My brother was laughing that I'm now into scrapbooking (he was looking at my final project for class that was a scrapbook to explain two theories).  I like the visual and hands-on aspect of creating a book that people can look through.  I've never been really good at drawing, making music, or well, hell, writing stories.  Snapping that perfect action photo, gives me such a high.
I'm staring at my old school film cameras wondering if I should break those bad boys back out.  I've become so accustomed to digital that I want instant gratification that I grabbed the photo I saw in my head, which waiting for film to develop scares me.
 
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