I am far from a good photographer... tonight my dreams of becoming one were completely crushed. My car was broken into and every piece of equipment I owned was stolen.I'm not the most emotional person but I have literally been crying for the last 2 hours. The two things I am most passionate about (photography and my family) were just completely torn from me. Photography is an escape for me. Whenever I feel bad or have a particularly difficult day at work I look forward to taking some pictures at the end of the day(it's therapy for me). My family is the most important thing to me. Not only did they steal the object I love most... they also stole my little Brothers happiness. He wanted to join a soccer team and my mom couldn't afford to pay for it. I took him down to Reno today and bought him a new backpack, 2 pairs of shoes and new clothes for school and every single thing was stolen. His old shoes literally had holes in them and he never told me because he said he didn't want me to worry about it. When he looked at me after we found out they took everything I couldn't hold myself together.I just wanted to write this down somewhere... via /r/photography http://ift.tt/2gPqQZp
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