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Another finished freeform item, ready for the auction in February, to raise money for breast cancer research - see www.knotjustknitting.com for details
Dear Diary,
23/03/10.
23+3+10=36.
6+3=9
Wanna hear something funny?
I don't remember my dreams so often. But the one lived last night deserves to be mentioned. It shouldn't, 'cause it's not for anyone, but soon it will be submerged under the tumultuous waves of the stream.
It was a dark sleeptime, before she came. The room was sunlit (or lit by very strong alogen lamps), me and her sitting on a comfortable sofa, surrounded by family people (my wife, my daughters, her mom and brother and sisters and kids). Our arms - my right and her left - were so tightly near, so tight to render a feeling of being siamese twins or, at least, of something we couldn't let go anymore. There was deep shyness in both of us, yet nothing compared to the magnetic force that was keeping us close, toothy smiles and giggles. The familiar faces were staring at us all smiles and giggles too, like in a countryside party with multicoloured balloons and silly music in the air.
When the first kiss started, grazing and light, an electric current passed through our lips straight to the core of us, giving the very same pace to our hearts, soundtrack of a long ago long awaited and expected. Then another kiss began, longer, and a bit deeper. And our common memory suddenly knew, our past life anew and blooming, in all its colours and smells and sounds, in a few seconds of tongue touch.
All around religious silence: people were disappeared.
Eyes touch. Glittering pupils. Intimate contact, sweet and natural just like light spring rain upon freshly opened flowers. Completeness. Happiness. The final, desired rejunction.
But dreams are made of mental crossroads, they don't last like we would like to...
Separated. Again. One east one west, at the speed of thoughts.
I'm in my own apartment, and my family surrounds me, smiling. It's summer. My wife says you were true, Lu, you're made to stay together, she's too nice and together you form a perfect couple, go stay with her; my daughters jumping and chirpling she's nice she's nice she's nice!...
Dear Diary, nevermind. It's just a damned dream.
Grå klänning Snob, benvita strumpbyxor Vouge, scarf Missoni, grå klackar Ganni, sammetshårband Noa Noa, guldiga halsband
"I would like to be so beautiful that love would come to me like children to the park; that it would love me like birds love the sky. That it would gather crowds of lovers like our beloved Pope gathers the faithful. That my eyes could see the inside of human souls, and tears and happiness would not be foreign to me. And then it would be beautiful, because I could love, I could think, dream and dream. And I would walk down the street, and with me the laughter of passers-by and nice gestures and I would know every person, because I would be beautiful... but unfortunately I am not so beautiful that love would want to love me, that I could love myself. I would have to try very hard, work a lot, but I am lazy, evil, mean and love cannot love me."
My beautiful wife wrote this in her diary as a 14-year-old (I found it in the attic many years later). Throughout all the years of our relationship, I knew and saw that there is no more beautiful woman in real life. On TV, in glossy magazines, yes, I saw her. Even today, having quite a lot of experience in male-female relationships, it is difficult to be with such a star. Yes, sometimes you can temporarily see a woman-angel on the street or on the Internet... If I had a choice, I would never exchange my wife's love for other pleasures, but since I do not decide about it, I am bad and evil...
In the photo she is 15 years old, when we were already together
Vampire Diaries TG4 Medium publicity shot of Ian Smerhalder as Damon, Nina Dobrev as Elena and Paul Wesley as Stefan
I bought a new diary yesterday, who knows what 2021 has in store for us? This time last year few could have guessed how 2020 was going to turn out.
First Resolution- make sure that I write appointments in my new diary so I don't forget them.
For: 7 Days of Shooting. Week #25. Resolutions - Minimal Sunday.
Thank you to everyone who takes the time to look at my photo and make a comment or leave a fave. Your thoughts are much appreciated.
Mr Schahid's Offices, Portslade 1991- 2013.
Sole supplier of woven gold for red dresscoats to the MOD for over half a century.
Relieved of duty August 2013, these photographs were taken [with Mr Schahid's consent] in Mid October.
drawn before all this travel -- and clearly I needed to break the frame so to speak. It's beautiful and safe in the countryside but everything in my mental health goes wobbly without friends.
Damon and Elena of Vampire diaries. More at www.nonaptime.com/2014/03/damon-and-elena-of-vampire-diar...
Dear Diary. Feb. 25 1942
Today i saw the first birds of the season fly over.
I looked at the sky..so peacefull and pretty, and the sun was shining very bright.
My sister told me yesterday that the Russians had crossed the river, and that we are home soon.
The Germans are getting scared, one tried to escape last night, i heard shooting and shouting, it was very scary.
Then it went all silent again.
Now that freedom is so close, i really get homesick.
I want to see my family again...and my friends.
Im going to eat all the icecream in the world, untill i get sick.
We haven`t seen father in a few weeks now.
They say he has been working in the mines, but will return shortly.
Mother still feels ill, she did not sleep for dayes and has a really bad cough,..i give her half of my food, i can hold on with the little bit i have, untill we get out of here.
Uncle Jospeh was taken to the hospital 3 days ago, we still havent seen him since.
I have to go now...we have another inspection of the baraks.
I hate it when they do that, they always make such a mess with it.
We where told that afterwards, all the women and children have to go to the main building for some routine checkups....Maybe they will send us home.
We are to weak to work anyway, what else could they do with us?.
I wonder....
This shooting came up because when I was in NYC, I found at a flee market a series of diaries. I bought this one specially because the first page read: What greater truth tan to look into each others eyes and see our souls? The woman that wrote it was a great writer and I read how impossible her love to another man was, so I decided to show this in these pictures
A picture from every day of 2016 - all in one place.
1. My Daily Photo Diary - January 2016, 2. My Daily Photo Diary - February 2016, 3. My Daily Photo Diary - March 2016, 4. My Daily Photo Diary - April 2016, 5. My Daily Photo Diary - May 2016, 6. My Daily Photo Diary - June 2016, 7. My Daily Photo Diary - July 2016, 8. My Daily Photo Diary - August 2016, 9. My Daily Photo Diary - September 2016, 10. My Daily Photo Diary - October 2016, 11. My Daily Photo Diary - November 2016, 12. My Daily Photo Diary - December 2016
Created with fd's Flickr Toys
"Family Ties" - Ian Somerhalder as Damon in THE VAMPIRE DIARIES on The CW..
Photo: Quantrell Colbert/The CW.
©2009 The CW Network, LLC. All Rights Reserved.
WEST HOLLYWOOD, CA - JANUARY 09: Nina Dobrev and Ian Somerhalder attend "The Vampire Diaries" Nina Dobrev Celebrates Her Birthday At Asia De Cuba at Mondrian Hotel on January 9, 2010 in West Hollywood, California. (Photo by Brian To/FilmMagic)
Challenge 14 - a memory/diary entry... insight in the secret life of a child.
I don't think I have any memories like that, but while I was creating the composition, it felt like these memories came up.... very strange... something tickled my back, as if a spider was crawling all over me... and there we go :-)
Photos of people, trees, fairy my own, text my own.
Textures by Pixel Dust and SkelettalMess.
Top layer treatment using Nik Colour Efex Pro to get soft effects - Duplex and Fog