after maybe forty forced and uncomfortable shots, of what had began as an organic moment, my mom, defeated, shot these last three. and I love them. even the scowly one. I could bear-hug her in happiness, but I wont.
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lol i know exactly how you feel
everytime i visit your page, i just wish wish wish i was half a good a photographer as you.
some people just have it and i most definitely do not
but not to worry, your photos are all just so pretty
:)
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