Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Stories

Switzerland, 2007

Long before I wrote stories, I listened for stories. Listening for them is something more acute than listening to them.

Eudora Welty

13 comments:

  1. oh, see , now that gives me hope today.


    and that photo... breathtaking and peaceful at the same time. Where you there?

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  2. And perhaps that is the very definition of a writer- someone who listens FOR stories.
    I live for them, too.
    Beautiful picture, beautiful quote.

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  3. Deb - Yes, I was there. My husband is from there and his sister lives in the village in the picture.

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  4. Oh yes, the listening for and gathering of stores is the definition of a writer!

    The photograph is beautiful.

    Best,
    Bonnie

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  5. Is that Murren, by any chance? I love the quote, too, but the photo takes my breath away!

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  6. That is so lovely. Just what I needed.

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  7. I'm a story catcher. Can't make a thing up on my own, but I can catch and retell a story pretty well. My dad had so many, and I caught as many as I could, but I wonder about all the ones that got away! Great picture and quote.

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  8. A quote to savor and reread...and share.

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  9. I love this. So true...I think most writers get this. We skirt around the outside listening for tales to tell.

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  10. I love that photo. So much. And the quote, of course...

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  11. Breathtaking.

    Jealous my girl is enjoying that kind of view for her year in Lausanne.Lucky girl.Wish that money tree would sprout so I could go visit her.:(

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  12. Oh my! To live in a "village." to live in a "village" that looks like this. I think Heaven looks a little like this. Maybe without the snow?

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  13. That photos is killing me. So beautiful.

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