WEEK 334
Casey held her camera and stared at the mountains, hoping today would be the day she finally got photographic evidence of the...


...magnificence of Angel Valley. Named by the American Indians of long ago. Gentle in its slopes, full of lush green and beautiful flowers. Calming, welcoming, joyous to behold. Bulldozers were coming, developers had discovered this little known private place. If she could rekindle the respect, the love of nature in the locals. If they would honor a land pact, written long ago in conjunction with their ancestors. Angel Valley would stay as beautiful and pristine as it always had. Could one picture, with devine intervention from the Angels themselves, save Angel Valley forever?

by Veronica Andrews, Woburn, Mass