The Real Lion King
In the African plain I was born and raised.
I was Mufasa's first born son, so learning to be king was how I spent my day's.
Nala is my BFF and Zazu is my watch bird. There is my uncle with the evil plan who tries to
steal my dad's loyal herd.
I was told it is my fault that my dad went away. Uncle Scar told me to leave, get out, you cannot stay!
So I go and meet some new friends and years go by. Than Nala shows up and she did not come to say hi.
After a fight- where she wins- we go back to Pride Rock. I am now taking over- " Uncle Scar this has got to stop!"
A battle breaks out , it is the hyenas verses the big cats. When it is over my place on the throne I have back.
charlene turney feb2 2011.(poem for a project for kori's class last year.
Monday, January 28, 2013
|My two youngest ones playing with an old polly pocket set.|
|one of the rare times that they are playing...nicely.|
Friday, January 18, 2013
For the Christmas season this year I offered a mini session. It was lots of fun and kept me pretty busy for the mth. Here are a few pictures from some of the awesome families.
|Thank you families for letting my capture you and your loved ones in pictures for the holidays.|