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4x5 Photo Fest

Good morning People. I hope that you are well. Sorry that my post is sooooooo late, I had a busy weekend. On Saturday I went to the 4x5 Photo fest with my family. Last year it was really awesome but this year was a little bland. If you don't know what I am talking about, let me tell you.
Basically, you submit a photo and the people order 5 copies of that photo with the dimensions 4x5. (Hence the name.) You come, get your photos and trade them with other camera nerds photographers. It reminds me of kids in the street trading like Pokemon cards to be honest. This event is also a good opportunity for companies to advertise their photography services such as the print shop that is always there. (They provide the pictures) I don't remember the name of the company, but the guy who seems to be in charge is really nice. We were talking about school and photography and he knew Jim Landers in high school before he was a business man. (I think that is his name)
Very nerdy, usually very fun event. This year, nobody wanted to trade though so yeah...
Actually, I traded four of my five photos (all identical). Mom however, only traded one. That was with me. Nobody wanted hers for some reason, even though I think hers was better than mine. Here, I will show you mine.
https://drive.google.com/open?id=1J0ZIVykpn2kCIOQm9YgzMZUs_FJyKjbT
Wow, that was way too hard. Anyway, um...Sunday was pretty boring and we cleaned the house yesterday. My grandparents flew in last night. Well, this is a really short post but I am super distracted. Tomorrow I will have a poem for you. I started writing one two days ago while I was brushing my teeth. Have a great day.

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