I couldn't choose a single favorite photo out of these pictures I took of my neighbor. So, I chose them all and put them in this slide show. Her name is Liz Valencia. I wanna be her when I grow up!
I'm not sure exactly her age, but somewhere around 79 if I recall correctly. She's been telling me this for quite sometime. You would think I could figure it out. But alas, the facts have eluded me.
I've asked Liz to drop by whenever she has a dance performance and I will take her picture. She is more than happy to comply. I know she practices at the Senior Center, but performs where ever she and her troop are needed. This woman is full of youthful energy and it is obvious she could dance circles around me.
The dances she performs are done in authentic costume for the area of Mexico the dance originated. So, she has several different costumes, and she looks like a million bucks in each one. The traditional dances of Mexico are called Ballet Folklórico
Wednesday
To Cayuga Creek and Niagara River
Once, there was a dream, never-ending,
flowing greatly within my heart’s happiness.
Capturing the last remnants of summers' heat,
the multi-hued pages of flame,
drifted lightly in the hands of the wind.
I ran alongside the swift stream bed
wondrously chasing the buoyant colors.
And my heart could fly
when it reached land’s end.
No barriers to my joy
I followed the merry journey onward,
through the singing waters.
Until the river opened wide
quickly rushing beneath that grand island bridge.
Leaves excitedly danced,
and took little leaps through the rapids
until they jumped off the crest of the waterfall
to be carried,
once again, by the wind.
Elizabeth Munroz
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