I had someone read my previous blog for me and I'd like to say one thing. I want my damn house back. I just had to get that out of my systems. Bitter, party of One. Anyway, let's talk about photography.
I can't imagine starting out now. It's so different from when I was starting. Listen to me. I sound like an old fart. I don't know if it's the same, but when I was starting we had to go somewhere new like Europe or Australia. You know, somewhere different. If you worked hard enough and long enough someone eventually gives you a break. I still remember my break and the woman that gave me a break. It all built up from there. It all built up until my brain exploded. Ha! Anyway, now I deal with a new reality.
Sorry, I'm going off on a tangent here. I'll go back to starting out. I started out in Australia and then to moved to Paris. I thought, "Great, here I am in Paris. This is fantastic. Only one problem. I don't know any bloody french and my fridge doesn't work." Now, I learned all my french from watching Magnum PI and getting the fridge repaired was a whole other story. I had to look in the french/english dictionary and try and get a repairman. It was a joke. Eventually I just went out and bought a new fridge. The old one, the broken one, they wouldn't take it away so I used it to store my clothes. I felt like I was back in college.
I'm gonna have my friend here pick out a journal. I used to keep all my journals in cartoon form. I'll be right back.
I found an old book. Hope you enjoy it. Check out my other blog. Have a good week. Love, B. Nice