I seem to have developed this habit of remembering things with photographs. Without them, I can hardly recall my outing with people sometimes. And with them, I somehow remember every detail. It is almost as if my camera has become the window of my soul and my mind. Wonder if that is a good thing.
The first batch was pretty screwed... |
Your perfect husband doing what he's supposed to do. |
Second batch was awesome! |
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Photography