Is it the camera or is it me?

Every exit is an entry somewhere else. Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things - air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky-----to lose sight of shore, will bring out the real you
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u know u r right! i used to admire beauty in its smallest bit back in india too but not as much as i do after acuiring the camera. its a beautiful possession , the camera.
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