Sunday, December 31, 2006

DAY THIRTY-ONE:
(destination: Final Woods Walk of 2006)




















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16 Comments:

Blogger Remiman said...

L-HT,
Riches beyond measure!

Happy New Year!
rel

3:53 PM  
Blogger Susannah said...

these are beautiful my love... so calm... Happy New Year... i'll be seeing you soon :-)
Lxx

4:36 PM  
Blogger gerry rosser said...

Thanks for the pix.
Happy New Year.

5:02 PM  
Anonymous acumamakiki said...

the 3rd photo from the bottom is my favorite. happy new year my dear!

6:48 PM  
Blogger Laini Taylor said...

Beautiful photos, Delia! I love the frosty, bare winter landscape. It's so elegant and forlorn.

9:26 PM  
Blogger Regina Clare Jane said...

You always weave such interesting tales with your pictures... thank you! And Happy New Year!

11:30 PM  
Anonymous Frances said...

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

12:40 AM  
Blogger Deb R said...

What a yummy series of photos!

Happy New Year, Delia.

1:21 AM  
Blogger paris parfait said...

These photos are just stunning! Happy new year, Delia.

11:16 AM  
Blogger Lacithecat said...

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!

11:30 AM  
Blogger Crafty Green Poet said...

Looks like a lovely walk!

4:33 PM  
Blogger Rethabile said...

Says a lot...

Have a happy 2007.

12:34 AM  
Blogger luzie said...

Beautiful pictures, I love them.

4:49 PM  
Blogger Amber said...

Lovely wrap up! Beautiful.

:)

5:40 PM  
Blogger Nessie Noodle said...

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.

3:20 PM  
Blogger Dusty said...

Beautiful pictures.

2:22 AM  

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