Sometimes, when you wake up early in the morning and everything around you is nothing but frost, you think, why am I here? Where's my bed? Who brought me here?
And then you see your husband happily clicking away with his Sigma-whatever that you realise, agh, is this what photography all about?
Thursday 22 December 2005
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Posted by Soy at Thursday, December 22, 2005
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