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I worked on my photography portfolio. I am now out of photo inkjet paper (holy crap Adam’s printer is nice) and I have affixed many photos into a large book. Rather than it being a concept, I actually have a photography portfolio now. And a photography exhibit in an art show. And a photograph in a Toronto arts paper.

I guess that makes me a photographer. I still feel like a person who takes pictures, though… photographer is a strange word to attach to myself. It makes me happy, though… photography just makes me happy. The first time someone wants to see my portfolio (who isn’t directly related to me or Adam) will be a very nifty thing.

I guess no one’s coming to the opening, then. If it was in Toronto would they come? I feel so isolated from my friends.