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Follow a Dream

     Leaving the familiar and allowing yourself to follow a dream can be a very difficult thing to do. I was successful in my career, but it wasn't fulfilling and there was something missing. I found that missing piece in photography, and it quickly became my passion. I was torn between my photography and a job that would provide for my family. After a lot of soul searching, I decided to follow a dream.
     I left that job to pursue my passion. Now I spend my days looking for new places to discover and shoot. My pay check may be a bit smaller, but I am happy getting up every morning to follow my passion.
     I'm just a guy with a camera trying to capture life one click at a time. I want my photography to tell a story. Every photo has something different to say. I can't wait to see what the future has in store for me.

The lesson learned...
Don't let anything stand in your way and allow yourself to Follow a Dream...










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  1. Bengt SällNovember 24, 2011 at 4:32 PM

    Wise words, you are so right and I wish more people followed their dreams.
    I hope that I can continue to follow mine.

    Wonderful photos :)

    Best luck

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