2009: See You Later, Alligator.






2009 in Photographs from Laura Jane Williams on Vimeo.

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  1. Anonymous30 December 2009 at 19:20

    loved it...you have some priceless photos here.

    :)

    *Hugs*

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  2. Laura Jane Williams31 December 2009 at 04:48

    Jennifer- I'm not quite the photographer that you are, I know... but the memories are there.

    Happy New yEAR!

    X

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  3. Mel1 January 2010 at 02:09

    Happy New Year, may 2010 be happy and prosperous for you.

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  4. Laura Jane Williams1 January 2010 at 06:54

    Mel- and I hope that you have a wonderful one too. Happy New Year! x

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  5. Anonymous1 January 2010 at 09:12

    Charming and quite intriguing. Have a wonderful 2010.

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  6. Laura Jane Williams2 January 2010 at 06:15

    Ian- you too! May it bring you good luck and happiness x

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  7. Jo2 January 2010 at 06:19

    Fab photos Laura! Happy New Year!
    Hope you don't mind but I have nominated you as a Kreativ Blogger over on my blog as you have made me chuckle with your fab posts during 2009! See my latest post for info! http://reasonsseasonlifetime.blogspot.com/
    Love Jo x

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  8. Laura Jane Williams2 January 2010 at 07:32

    Jo- Mind?! Of course not! thank you so much for the honor! I hope you will continue to visit throughout the new year. I also hope that my vagina doesn't get burnt a second time- that would just make me a fool.

    x

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