Clean is all a matter of opinion. My aunt is coming in to town tomorrow, and hey, I can see my floor. It's a step. Mom made me clean up. And will probably make me clean up more. Ah, mothers. What would we do without them?
sixteen? photography hopeful? check.
starving artist? not so much.
I'm here because I love the feel of the camera in my hands
and the take-your-breath-away,
knock the wind out of your lungs a great photo gives me.
Not to prove to you, yours, or mine that I'm good enough.
I'm not. I'm just here for the love of the game, as they say.
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