I love my job.
This is the exhale at the end of a 12 hour day, as the fruit of my labour uploads onto my Macbook Pro. This is what I squeal (to myself) when, amidst hours of culling and editing, I find that one, perfect frame; the one that shows what a damn good photographer I am. This is what I tell a newly engaged couple over coffee, as they share with me their love story, and potentially (hopefully) hire me to capture it’s celebration.
I. Love. My. Job.
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