When I was little I would steal my parent's national geographic magazine as soon as it hit the kitchen table. My brother and I would take it downstairs and sit on the couch and flip through the pages as fast as we could.
Now that things are a bit more instant, some of the magic that the magazine brought to our house has been replaced with the bombarding internet imagery and constant uploading from everyone with a camera. But, this image reminded me of flipping a page and being in love with a photo.
The "Your shot" pages are pretty fun too.
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