Every night I think about my job as a photographer. For my job I have to find the perfect picture. I just can’t think of a good spot or a good time to do it. My mum has brought me here to the museum but I still can’t find the perfect pic. That night I was laying on my beach chair looking at the moon and the stars thinking of the perfect picture. Just then I thought maybe a photo of the moon and the stars then my dad said just take a photo of me. I did and I knew it was the perfect picture.

By cloee