With a camera in hand and a keen, sharp eye,
Pam sees the world as it dances by.
A flick of her wrist, a snap, a click,
She captures the moments—fast or thick.
From golden dawns to twilight's glow,
She finds the magic in things that flow.
A raindrop clinging, a child’s delight,
A city alive in the hush of night.
Through her lens, the world stands still,
Each frame a story, each shot pure skill.
She paints with light, with shadow plays,
Turning the mundane into a blaze.
So if you see her, crouched and keen,
Chasing a moment yet unseen,
Know that Pam, with heart so true,
Is weaving the world in a frame for you.
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