Start working on your family history, and you get sucked in. Finding the pieces and placing them in the right spot is the ultimate jigsaw puzzle. And, like any less than brand new puzzle, there are always missing pieces.
I was about 6-years-old when I got my first camera...a box Brownie. I've been in love with the camera ever since. Digital set me free because I no longer have to worry about the cost of film and developing. Plus, that delete button gets rid of mistakes instantly. Friends and family have come to expect me to pull out a camera at any time. Friends are polite; family members groan but usually endure. I enjoy.
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YEA! The hard work is appreciated.
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