Elizabeth WyseNow that I've sold one of my pictures, does that make me a photographer? I think it does. Each morning when I awaken with the sounds of chirping birds, the final hoots from an owl heading to slumber, and the rustling of the leaves under the padded foot of my Airedale and German Shepherd, my feet hit the floor and I'm ready to face the day with my camera in hand. ArchivesCategories |
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