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With some of these odd images, I thought I would write a little vignette of imagination . . . or not. :) So check it out in the first comment and maybe there is a story! Or maybe not. :)

Emily In Paris by Jeanette StellaMarina

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Made with Stable Diffusion, edits and post-processing done by me.

Original: Very few changes... i.ibb.co/8sgCwv6/Emily-in-Paris.png

♫♬♪♩All We Really Need (Emily In Paris Season 3 Trailer Song) |OST♫♬♪♩

Untitled by Rick Bortnick

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A Sliders Sunday Offering

The Waltz by DigiDi

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This is the time of the year when all the Fractals dress up and do their ballroom dance.

Erigeron strigosus by Rick Bortnick

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A Sliders Sunday Offering

Lavender's Blue Dilly, Dilly by Diane Worland

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Lavender's blue, dilly, dilly

Lavender's green

When l am King, dilly, dilly

You shall be Queen!

Call up your men, dilly, dilly

Set them to work

Some to the plough, dilly, dilly

And some to the pond.

Some to make hay, dilly, dilly

Some to cut corn

While you and I, dilly, dilly

Keep ourselves warm.

If you should die, dilly dilly, as it may hap,

You shall be buried, dilly dilly, under the tap;

Who told you so, dilly dilly, pray tell me why?

That you might drink, dilly dilly, when you are dry.

English. The earliest surviving version of the song is in a broadside printed between 1672 and 1679, under the name Diddle Diddle, or The Kind Country Lovers.

The original version of this rhyme was bawdy as it implied that just because a young man loved his sweetheart she had to sleep with him’ The most suggestive verses were removed and the rest cleaned up for children.

cocka doodle doo by Diane Worland

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some kind of biscuits by Santiago Caamaño

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The Golden Cockerel by Diane Worland

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Reverberation by Rick Bortnick

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Little Boy Blue by Diane Worland

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Little Boy Blue,

Come blow your horn.

The sheep's in the meadow,

The cow's in the corn.

Where is the boy

Who looks after the sheep?

He's under a haystack,

He's fast asleep!

Will you wake him?

No, not I,

For if I do,

He's sure to cry!

English. First published in “Tommy Thumb’s Pretty Song Book” in 1744

Just walking the dog by Diane Worland

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Waiting by Diane Worland

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Boletus psychidelicus by Rick Bortnick

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Sliders Sunday Offering

Mardi Gras by Diane Worland

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goosey goosey gander by Diane Worland

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Goosey goosey gander,

Whither shall I wander?

Upstairs and downstairs,

And in my lady's chamber.

There I met an old man,

Who wouldn't say his prayers,

So I took him by his left leg,

And threw him down the stairs.

Ultra Goth by Diane Worland

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Handmaiden by Diane Worland

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Framed Generated Art by GBoGBo

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Made with the famous J.Tarbell's Substrate Processing code*, adapted for (controlling the mouse pointer above) Verve painter**

(*) www.complexification.net/gallery/machines/substrate/

(**) www.taron.de/forum/viewtopic.php?f=4&t=6

Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been? by Diane Worland

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A Quiet Hour in the Boudoir by Matthaeus Felder

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Soft daylight enters through the lace curtains and settles gently across an intimate room shaped by another era. Against floral wallpaper, embroidered cushions and muted fabrics, a young woman pauses in an ivory corset, turning toward the viewer as though momentarily interrupted while arranging her hair.

The composition draws on the visual language of early twentieth-century fashion photography and private portraiture, without attempting to reproduce a specific historical photograph. The corset, lacework and carefully furnished interior evoke a time when elegance was constructed from layers of fabric, posture and ritual.

Warm, romantic and deliberately nostalgic, this is an imagined glimpse into a private hour—less a historical document than a dream of the past.

AI-assisted photographic creation.

Summer in the city by Diane Worland

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Diddle Diddle Dumpling, my son John by Diane Worland

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Diddle, diddle , dumpling, my son John

Went to bed with his trousers on;

One shoe off, and the other shoe on,

Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John.

Veiled by Diane Worland

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