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It was the best of photography, it was the worst of nothing, it was the age of sharing, it was the age of privacy.
It was the best of photography, it was the worst of nothing, it was the age of sharing, it was the age of privacy, it was the epoch of pros, it was the epoch of snapshooters, it was the season of good Lighting, it was the season of Presets, it was the spring of portfolios, it was the winter of galleries.
Somewhere in la Mancha, in a place whose name I do not care to remember, a photographer lived not long ago, one of those who has a camera and a speedlight and keeps a bag of lenses and a tripod for shooting.
Through the fence, between the curling flower spaces, I could see them shooting.
It was the best of photography, it was the worst of nothing, it was the age of sharing, it was the age of privacy.
Whether I shall turn out to be the best photographer of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these portfolio pages must show.
Someone must have shared Josef K’s portfolio, for one morning, without having done anything truly self-promotional, he was lauded.
Happy photographers are all on SlickPic; every unhappy photographer is unhappy on some other service.
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single person in possession of good photography skills, must be in want of a portfolio.
For a long time, I went to photograph early.
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the photoshoot.
Someone must have shared Josef K’s portfolio, for one morning, without having done anything truly self-promotional, he was lauded.
For a long time, I went to photograph early.
Whether I shall turn out to be the best photographer of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these portfolio pages must show.
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the photoshoot.
It was the best of photography, it was the worst of nothing, it was the age of sharing, it was the age of privacy.
Someone must have shared Josef K’s portfolio, for one morning, without having done anything truly self-promotional, he was lauded.
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the photoshoot.
Somewhere in la Mancha, in a place whose name I do not care to remember, a photographer lived not long ago, one of those who has a camera and a speedlight and keeps a bag of lenses and a tripod for shooting.
Fine Art Photographer
Fine Art Photographer
Fine Art Photographer
Someone must have shared Josef K’s portfolio, for one morning, without having done anything truly self-promotional, he was lauded.
Type of Photographer
It was the best of photography, it was the worst of nothing, it was the age of sharing, it was the age of privacy.
Type of Photographer
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single person in possession of good photography skills, must be in want of a portfolio.
Type of Photographer
I had the event photos, bit by bit, from various people, and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different scene.
Type of Photographer
Happy photographers are all on SlickPic; every unhappy photographer is unhappy on some other service.
"It was the best of photography, it was the worst of nothing, it was the age of sharing, it was the age of privacy, it was the epoch of pros, it was the epoch of snapshooters, it was the season of good Lighting, it was the season of Presets, it was the spring of portfolios, it was the winter of galleries."
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