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
Sunday, March 7, 2010
pictures!
Dyland and Jaedyn in the tub. They are so sweet together.
Me and my baby, who is tired.
Jaedyn is COOL. We had to get her these sunglasses and she loves them!
Jaedyn with the camera I won from the blog giveaway.
3 comments:
I can't see your pictures for some reason. Sad!
I can't see them either!
That's so annoying! I think it's my picasa... but I don't know why.
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