I can trace my love for photography back to the sixth grade. My parents gave me a clunky point-and-shoot, loaded with Kodak film, and I set off to Epcot for a class trip. I returned home with countless stories, but the best story would be told with the rolls of film I couldn't wait to develop. Since then, I've traveled the world (by God's sweet grace) and have seen places that Epcot could only dream of duplicating...and I've had my camera with me each step of the way. (This cheesy picture will hopefully serve to give you a very good laugh.) :-)
Saturday, February 20, 2010
When did it start?
I can trace my love for photography back to the sixth grade. My parents gave me a clunky point-and-shoot, loaded with Kodak film, and I set off to Epcot for a class trip. I returned home with countless stories, but the best story would be told with the rolls of film I couldn't wait to develop. Since then, I've traveled the world (by God's sweet grace) and have seen places that Epcot could only dream of duplicating...and I've had my camera with me each step of the way. (This cheesy picture will hopefully serve to give you a very good laugh.) :-)
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I am laughing on the inside (loudly!) because I was there! The fashionista even back then!
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