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It's Only Days Away

I feel like I've been writing, talking, living and dreaming The Shutter Release Project forever, and now I'm looking at weeks away before it becomes a reality.

If someone were to ask me today what was the most exciting thing about working on The Shutter Release Project, I would have to say all the wonderful people I've met. I know that sounds so cliche', but it's true! To stand in a room with a group of creative people is an amazing feeling - positive energy is just bouncing off the walls. Each person has a great story of how photography became not only their dream, but their life and their passion. I love that their willing to share their love with the world to move forward in their craft.

Also, I'm excited that Yvette Adams will be performing that evening. I was at First Friday in April and was drawn to a voice that I could hear in the distance. As I walked towards the voice I saw a young girl playing the keyboard and singing - I loved it! I grabbed her flier and went on my way not having the opportunity at that moment to speak with her, but I kept hearing her voice in my head and couldn't stop thinking about how much I loved it. I think you'll agree with me once you hear her.

https://www.facebook.com/YvetteAdamsMusic

http://www.yvetteadams.net/ Yvette was born and raised in Arizona. She got involved in acting and musical theater at a young age performing in many local musical theater productions. As she got older, she continued participating in theater. Her sultry voice and sex appeal on stage got her cast as Rizzo in her high school’s production of “Grease” and as Kate in “The Wild Party” while attending the University of Arizona.

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