Scars Of A Broken Bond

After some contemplation, Sabrina resolved to enroll in a structured photography course.

Being relatively green in the field, she wasn’t sure about the best courses available. She reached out to the group, asking, “Any photography courses you all would vouch for?”

Recommendations came pouring in.

“I’d vouch for Sammy’s course. It’s where I honed my skills. He’s really committed, and his co-instructor is just as dedicated.”

“A photography course? Go for Julius’s course. She’s a renowned photographer with a solid track record. Remember that magazine cover with Darlene? That was her work.”

The suggestions were plenty.

someone chimed in, “You should choose Blay! He’s starting a

it. Thanks for the

researching the suggested courses and their instructors’

instance, Sammy had an artistic flair. His creations were boundless and

in portraits, capturing people from their most flattering angles. Numerous

Sabrina looked him up

Blayze Fowler, thirty-one years old. He was younger than the first two. He was a new-generation photographer, and also the winner of the Monwayne International Photography Competition. He was good at the combination of humans and scenery, using the scenery to

features, and the duration seemed fairly consistent.

glanced at the clock and put away her

to grab Lunch with Jennie and return