When I was 16, I started camping in my mom’s old apartment.
I didn’t know how to get around, so I got out of my truck and walked to a friend’s house.
The friend gave me the camper and I started hiking the hills.
It was a lot of fun, but my mom said it was a waste of time, so she gave me her camper.
After a year of hiking, I decided to quit my job to become a professional photographer.
I started getting paid $12 an hour and went on my first shoot.
The next year, I was paid $15 an hour again, and I kept going.
I was a paid employee at a photo studio and had a small camera.
I worked for six years at a newspaper and was a full-time employee at another studio.
I got a job at the magazine and then I started a family.
The year after that, I got married.
I went back to work at a photography company and started a career.
I’m in my early 30s now and I’m living in Brooklyn, New York, and my wife and I have three children.
The most important thing for me was to do my job.
And that’s why I’m now in this position.
I love photographing and I love being a professional.
I’ve never been happier.
It’s been a long, hard road, but I’ve finally found my passion, and now I can live it.