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When I was in college, I took a trip to UK and Wales. I had a cheap Kodak, black and white.

My favorite picture was of a flowering weed growing out of a crack in the sidewalk of London.

It is this revelation of inspiration which has prompted poetry from within me.

I am a person that is drawn to those things in life that are not always the obvious.

I also find that there is something in my makeup that drives me to meet a need in someone at whatever level I feel I am able to discover.

There is so much to discover about life and the roses and weeds.

I have experienced great loss and have been privileged to treasure great depth of heart from that loss.

I am learning to delight in the complete picture, for a camera cannot capture the smell, the feel or the touch and the light that truly shines through and around the heart you are privileged to discover and embrace.

Yet, I find myself discovering new everyday, much as one would delight in a stack of photographs.

To be photographed opens a heart to such a place of vulnerability so sensitive as the photographer impresses his light into a persons frame.
His creativity is embedded in his desire to express. His mind and heart's view to capture the beauty of the flowering weed coupled with his perception fills me with a deep respect for his value and trust.

I am excited to see his eyes view into perception and how he knows the camera will reflect beauty and fill need, his need to create and my need to trust his eye's perception of beauty and worth.

To view expression of heart such as this frames each heart, especially,as the rose ,found in the most unlikely place,lives, breathes and is appreciated by someone who understands and knows.

Raine Les 5/26/2007

So how did you like the UK. Im from England but I live here in TX, have been here for 3 years