When I was a youngster, I loved football –
I mean I LOVED football!
I ate it, I breathed it, and I slept it, and I most certainly had the poster. It was the only thing that I ever wanted to do.
I remember coming home after long tough practice, and running extra wind sprints in the back yard. I literally could not get enough.
Sadly, through an unfortunate series of events (a long story for another time), I quit playing football after my junior year in high school.
And then I began to drift,..
…and drift and drift and drift – for years and years and years – with no aim, no passion, and absolutely no purpose.
Then, through a very fortunate series of events (which I wrote about here), I discovered photography.
For the first time in my life, since quitting football so many years ago, I have gradually become every bit as passionate about photography as I ever was about football.
The drifting is finally finished, and I will never (ever!) quit this.
Day 46.