That husband of mine. . . he bought me my T3 almost a year ago at a pawn shop, pretty much just to shut me up. I wanted to spring into a different realm of photography, something venturing far from a point and shoot. And he fed into that dream.
She has gotten me from at home photos to portraits, from family birthday parties to weddings. Reading this, you would think I'm writing about some sacred object or some influential individual. NOPE! I'm talking about a contraption made out of metal, plastic, glass, and magic. Something that, within my hands, helps me to create memories. Something that has taken me from a dream into a reality.
I probably sound very crazy, but then again. . . I was never one to be plain and boring.