Caminante, son tus huellas el camino, y nada más; caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar. Al andar se hace camino, y al volver la vista atrás se ve la senda que nunca se ha de volver a pisar. Caminante, no hay camino, sino estelas en la mar.
Wanderer, your footsteps are the road, and nothing more; wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking. By walking one makes the road, and upon glancing behind one sees the path that never will be trod again. Wanderer, there is no road-- Only wakes upon the sea.

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Fotografia


Christmas lights in Winterhaven! We went twice this past week, once for a 5k fun run (after Jen and Kaitlyn did half-marathon, yay housies!) and then again on Wednesday night after dinner at Casa Mariposa.


Jeff's family sent us a real live wreath! It smells so good- so good we wanted it inside, not on the door, where we can enjoy it even more :)


Blessed is the season which engages the whole world in a conspiracy of love.
-- Hamilton Wright Mabie


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