When I was a little Girl I had a dream

                                   I Could Fly

                              Now I Can Soar

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          Because I hold A  Camera In My Hand   

                I am Called A Photographer                 

          I shoot , there for I am!

      Like the colors reflecting

                   So Shall I

               From Deep Within My Soul,

                          The inner Most Part,        

            Reflects All That I See And All That I Do

     Thank You For Crossing My Path And Seeing Me

 Expressing ones self through photos and writings is a sheer pleasure.

I'm not a cookie cutter, real and true Passionate about everything I do see and say .

You will not see me with a pad in hand , except to write where I am.

The heart the soul The depth for which I write, comes from with in.

I have not written a book , as of yet, I promise you, it will be , before I've moved on.

When I was a little girl, I wanted to fly.

I  dreamed that a huge rain storm would wash me down in the sewers of Philadelphia. If you grew up there you would know how big and open they were, You'd be scared Too.

So in my dreams I became this hawk, I would soar all over, Waved with a big grin on my face, For I knew one day this would be me .

 What I love most ,

         Is Just Being me.