Revisiting one of the first commissioned out of town shoots that I did when I was still new to this craft. I just found myself in awe how much growth I have acquired throughout the years not creatively, but mentally. It's ironic how old pictures can lit up a weakened fire, and breathe a new life, purpose, and goal. I'm reminded why I pursued photography in the first place.
In every photo I take, I am reminded I am alive, and I'm blessed to be witnessing such beauty, and it would be so selfish of me not to show it to other people. Here's to finding and appreciating the beautiful things and moments in this world.
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