06/28/2009

Sunday Citar

buddlia 

When it's over, I want to say:  All my life I was a bride married to amazement.  I was the bridegroom taking the world into my arms.

Mary Oliver

I'm taking part in the quote fun at Sunday Citar, hosted by Tabitha at Fresh Mommy.  "Citar" means "to quote" in Spanish. 

Both the photograph and the quote are taken from my book Seeing: unravelling the details.

Jun 28, 2009 2:00:00 AM | Blurb Books, Sunday Citar

5 Comments

lucy

i adore the photo, the quote and the notion of citar!!....and the book is it available for others? like me?

Posted by: lucy | 06/28/2009 at 08:34 AM

Muthering Heights

That's such a neat quote...I hadn't heard it before!

Posted by: Muthering Heights | 06/28/2009 at 06:30 PM

bfs-Mimi

Dropping in from Tabitha's. I do love Sunday Citar!!!

Posted by: bfs-Mimi | 06/28/2009 at 06:37 PM

Tabitha Blue

Love that photo and what a cool quote!! So glad you joined in!

:)
~Tabitha

Posted by: Tabitha Blue | 06/29/2009 at 08:08 AM

Serena

Beautiful, Kate....just beautiful ~ :)

Posted by: Serena | 06/30/2009 at 02:19 PM

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