Why is it that whenever I go home I end up taking a thousand pictures of my little brother, Sunil, and sister, Raine. Actually, I think I know. When you take a picture of someone you love, sometimes, not always, but sometimes the resulting photo shows not only the subject, but the love of the photographer too.
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Why is it that whenever I go home I end up taking a thousand pictures of my little brother, Sunil, and sister, Raine. Actually, I think I know. When you take a picture of someone you love, sometimes, not always, but sometimes the resulting photo shows not only the subject, but the love of the photographer too.
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