posted by Left-handed Trees... at 3:01 PM
Sunday, December 31, 2006
About Me
- Name: Left-handed Trees...
- Location: United States
"How can I possibly sleep this moonlit evening? Come, my friends, let's sing and dance all night long. Stretched out, tipsy, under the vast sky: splendid dreams beneath the cherry blossoms. Wild roses, plucked from fields full of croaking frogs: float them in your wine and enjoy every minute." --Ryokan--
16 Comments:
L-HT,
Riches beyond measure!
Happy New Year!
rel
these are beautiful my love... so calm... Happy New Year... i'll be seeing you soon :-)
Lxx
Thanks for the pix.
Happy New Year.
the 3rd photo from the bottom is my favorite. happy new year my dear!
Beautiful photos, Delia! I love the frosty, bare winter landscape. It's so elegant and forlorn.
You always weave such interesting tales with your pictures... thank you! And Happy New Year!
Love how you said so much without words.
The photos of the well worn path are my favorites.
Wishing you a fabulous 2007.
Take care,
Frances
What a yummy series of photos!
Happy New Year, Delia.
These photos are just stunning! Happy new year, Delia.
Oh my ... I just happened on to one of your earlier posts (I guess I feel intrigued that then start hitting the various links to see what happens). To be honest, it made me a bit teary-eyed.
"Anais Nin said, "We write to taste life twice, once in the moment...and once in retrospection."
Consider my mouth wide open...
Writing has compelled me to travel, to take chances, and to talk to strangers. I can conjure up the dead, remember the forgotten ones, and forgive myself for my mistakes because I have that practiced mind.
I don't mean to say that publication is nothing. It feels good to be published, to share your mind with an avid reader, to feel that connection to the wider world. It can be a blessing--a gift. But, it isn't the only advantage to a committed relationship to words.
There has to be more than that...so much more. The writing path is littered with the bones of our fallen friends--skeletal fingers still clutching fine pens--spines and collarbones fused with smooth computer wires and glistening microchip fragments. I call this my humble effort to remember the countless gifts my writing has given beyond the publication clips.
I do not plan to go hungry."
I am most certainly not a writer. Its actually something I have just started to learn (strange concept when you are 35). However, what happened to your words? The photos certainly tell a story, but for someone who writes so beautifully ... I am mystified that your words have disappeared.
I am babbling here ... ooops!
Looks like a lovely walk!
Says a lot...
Have a happy 2007.
Beautiful pictures, I love them.
Lovely wrap up! Beautiful.
:)
the two trail photos are absolutely stunning. I love when a picture takes you into the very end of the earth, and the photo of the father/son? duo, that is rich, just rich.
Beautiful pictures.
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