Note: Can you see the bee in the picture? The bee almost gave me a heart attack when it nearly flew onto me.
I cannot describe to you how much I adore photography. I dream about cameras in the middle of the night when I am sleeping. When I look at something, I wonder if it will photograph well. I ponder over what angle should I shoot at. I drift off and think about aperture, shutter speeds, and composition. I just love the art of photography. It makes my heart sing. It makes my life complete. It's my true love...
The photo above is the FIRST photo that I developed from the first negative I ever made. (My scanner sucks and the image looks kind of off. It kind of looks like an old picture...) Magic happens in the dark room. There is something so magical about that dark, small, quiet space. It's the place where photo paper becomes a photograph. It's my heaven on earth.
And it's my secret (maybe it's not so much a secret.) wish to become a photographer.
P.S. My camera is a film camera, and that's why I had to scan my picture. We're kicking it old school (Didn't I sound cool just now? No? How dare you. I am so cool.) in my class, so we only take black and white photographs on film.
P.P.S. I love photography. Did you know that already? Oh, sorry. I tend to repeat myself...
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