From Diane Setterfield's The Thirteenth Tale

People disappear when they die. Their voices, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living mempry of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continut to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humour, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic.

--Diane Setterfield



Saturday, July 12, 2008

vacation pictures

Day five (we're going backwards)was a busy day. In the morning was Greyson's 7th birthday party. His actual birthday is on the 16th. Then we went to the Market and visited the bug museum. It was SO COOL!! I will have to post more pictures of the bugs and spiders. They practically had to drag me out. Then we took a 'cruise' around the sound.






Day four we went crabbing. Twice. During the day we didn't catch anything but we did FEED A WILD SEAL!!!! We came back that night and caught a 5" crab... so we had to throw it back. We fed seagulls and I got some fun videos of that, but I'm doing pictures this go round. Not videos.



Day three we went to see a juggler in the park in the morning and then spent the rest of the day with the Hanson's. Pictures is Jacob, their cute little tyke.



Day two at the Zoo. In the Butterfly Exhibit we watched live butterflies and moths hatch from their crystalists!! Greyson and I saw the black bears, and pulled apart a flower to see what it looked like before it opens. It was a science-y day and I loved it! After, we went to Dick's burger place and ate at that cool park made from an old factory.

Day one at the Bowling Alley. Aidan and I made quite the team. I threw balls into the gutter with gusto when he was not holding my hand... my center of gravity was off by about 3.5 years.

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2 comments:

Mrs. James Quigley said...

Great pictures, I have some more to send you!!!

July 16, 2008 at 6:20 PM
Janika said...

Bad flashback with the bug museum. Bugs don't bug me but jars and pins remind me of my eighth grad bug collection project that I had to do in Nevada where there is no flora or fauna to support a bug population. It would have been a completely different project if I had been in Texas!

July 17, 2008 at 9:54 AM

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