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To My Friend Denise

Last night when I went to bed I told myself today I would post some pictures that I shot the past couple of days. Since I've been working day and night on The Shutter Release Project, photography is on my mind. But, I woke up at 3 in the morning and started thinking about how you can always tell who your true friends are. I told myself when I started this blog to write about what's on my mind, so here it is.

I asked approximately 20 of my friends for support for this project. It's not as if tickets are $75 a piece, they're $10, or that I'm asking for them to donate $10,000 - I know I'm not on The Apprentice, but I am trying to complete a task within a limited time.              

I had one friend, Denise Germroth, that stepped up to the plate and gave me a donation. She seems to be the one friend that continues to support me and believes in me. The one that wants my visions to become a reality. So here's to my good friend Denise... Thank you for being such a good friend. I'm truly blessed and thankful to have you in my life.

Also, thanks to my friends that I didn't ask for support, but have purchased tickets and are supporting me by attending... Thank You!
Denise and her husband Gary

Denise, Laura, Tiffanie


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