I love photography. I'm not all that great at it, but I usually shoot enough to get at least a few good pictures. I get so excited about a good shot. Capturing one split second and being able to savor it forever is a concept that always amazes me.
But I hate being in FRONT of the camera. Not just "Oh, don't take a picture. My hair is all windblown." More like, "Get the camera out of my face before I smash it into a million pieces and make you eat them."
Still, I decided to suck it up (and in) for Kristin. Of course, the first time I put lip gloss on in weeks, and I wind up looking like I got smashed in the mouth with a tub of Vaseline or something. And I still haven't put Photoshop on my computer since it crashed.
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