How to carry a Canon.

I think that I should have my camera on me more often...not just on "occassions"...especially if I'm going to work progress with it into my life.

For some reason I'm struggling to do this.

I just know that I can't write stories about photos that i don't take, and although I love my camera phone photographs...they aren't the ones I want to solely rely on. I want my high quality photos as well and primarily.

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court said…

I think it's just a matter of getting used to. Give it some time and you will be missing it like if you forgot your cell phone. ;)

Heck, it's day 3 and I'm already struggling with trying to think of something to photograph.

January 8, 2009 at 11:06 AM

Vitamin B-Lardo said…

That's the thing. I keep coming up with things I want to photograph and I don't have my camera.

I say just be okay with taking a picture of anything....every click counts.

January 8, 2009 at 11:47 AM

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