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November 17, 2008

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leonie

love these photographs. and love your nine interview over on liz's space

ErikaONEILL20

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Frankie

Oh so gorgeous. I am constantly in awe of the way you slow the world, make us stop and consider those tiny details around us. I love the part about them feeling like weathered skin. Beautiful. Just beautiful. Thanks for the reminder. xox

Lilith

This is beautiful. Thanks for posting this entry. :)

susanna

Beautiful photographs. I especially like the first one with the leaves against the pavement.

darlene

so beautiful

Andie

I love the top picture. I think it encompasses all you wrote into one photograph. Beautiful.
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shawn

...I love them for reminding us we will all die...

wow. that hit me the most. so beautiful. so tender. so beautiful.

jennlui

wow, your photos and words are truly beautiful. thank you for sharing this deeply poetic post. i really needed to be reminded to surrender today. thank you.

peace

Norma Parr

Your photo's are inspiring and you speak with such depth on your personal life. Love your blog!

jenica

i love leaves too. we should be best friends. ;-D

xoxo

Márcia Cobar

What a lovely way to describe the Autumm Leaves... Pure poetry, you are trully gifted. Best Regards from Sunny Brazil.

Jennifer

So beautifully written. Thank you for this. Thank you!

deirdre

Your words are true poetry.

During my bike ride yesterday I rode, deliberately, through great piles of crunchy leaves and smiled because it made me feel so young, like a kid full of simple joy.

Sue

Isn't it just so beautiful when they lie singly on the pathway and a little round aura of dampness sits around them?

leaca

I love them too. Ours are all gone. I have tons of snow to photograph. =)

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