A few years ago I had a friend. A kind of friend who always accompanies you. A kind of friend who shares with you all secrets of his heart. After our meeting we became very good friends with each other. I had shared my life with him. Everything turns out to be good. We both were men with a passion for different things in life. I was a writer and he ‘a Edmonton Interior Photographer. Most of his time, he kept his camera in his hands. In the rain he used to get more creative. He would bring me to his garden in his backyard.
It seemed his job to look for a perfect shot. He would walk in the garden for hours after the rain. I really made nothing of it. He might be just wasting his time back there. He would discuss a lot about photography and its concepts. He showed me one day a beautiful portfolio of Edmonton Professional Photographers. It got me crazy that day. It was the first time I encounter something called photography. It was creative. He posted a lot of very beautiful picas on the social media sites and got so many likes on them. More than I got on my pieces of writing. He, a photographer, had more beauty in his eyes than I, a writer, got in my pen.
It seemed his job to look for a perfect shot. He would walk in the garden for hours after the rain. I really made nothing of it. He might be just wasting his time back there. He would discuss a lot about photography and its concepts. He showed me one day a beautiful portfolio of Edmonton Professional Photographers. It got me crazy that day. It was the first time I encounter something called photography. It was creative. He posted a lot of very beautiful picas on the social media sites and got so many likes on them. More than I got on my pieces of writing. He, a photographer, had more beauty in his eyes than I, a writer, got in my pen.
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