one random Thursday, I found my way to Pima Animal Control Center (now known as Pima Animal Care Center), and that was it! It was the first day of the new me, the person who belonged to Buddy. We changed his name from Granite as it was likely given to him by shelter staff since he was a stray. After a few minutes of trying to coax him out of his corner, I noticed that his kennel card said that he was on sale at 50% off. . .
We all have a story. Some of us have a neat linear story with a beginning, a middle, and hopefully not yet an end, and some of us have stories that bounce around from beginning to middle to beginning again; there’s an end here and there, and then we go back to the beginning again. That second one that’s how my story goes. This is the story of how I became a photographer.
one random Thursday, I found my way to Pima Animal Control Center (now known as Pima Animal Care Center), and that was it! It was the first day of the new me, the person who belonged to Buddy. We changed his name from Granite as it was likely given to him by shelter staff since he was a stray. After a few minutes of trying to coax him out of his corner, I noticed that his kennel card said that he was on sale at 50% off. . .