The first love. What can I say? We were young, we were immature. I the eager one, she the fine one. We had both not realized the fullness of the photographic experience. Alas, it was not to be; I came home one day and saw the broken window. An interloper had stolen her from me.
Wednesday, March 1, 2006
Cameras I Have Loved, Part III
The first love. What can I say? We were young, we were immature. I the eager one, she the fine one. We had both not realized the fullness of the photographic experience. Alas, it was not to be; I came home one day and saw the broken window. An interloper had stolen her from me.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment