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Tthis is the finished quilt created on rust dyed canvas.Madefrom scraps, strings buttons, beads and pins.Image of bird from Piddix images. See photosteam for close up detail!
Film Photograph-Fuji.
I just love the colors from film, I didn't edit this at all. The colors are so dreamy!! I can't wait to develop my next roll of film also.
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what's left on our buffet table after finishing the workshop... an empty water bottle throwing its shadow on the evening tufo wall
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What a difference a day made
Twenty four little hours
Brought the sun and the flowers
where there use to be rain
My yesterday was blue dear
Today I'm a part of you dear
My lonely nights are through dear
Since you said you were mine
Oh, what a difference a day makes
There's a rainbow before me
Skies above can't be stormy
Since that moment of bliss
That thrilling kiss
It's heaven when you
Find romance on your menu
What a difference a day made
And the difference is you.
What a Difference a Day Made; is a popular song originally written in Spanish by María Méndez Grever (a.k.a. María Grever), a Mexican composer, in 1934. Originally, the song was known as ;Cuando Vuelva A Tu Lado.
The English lyrics were written by Stanley Adams, made famous by Harry Roy & his Orchestra. It was published in late 1934. The song is in the Bolero romantic style and it is also known as ;What a Difference a Day Makes;.
This song is one of the most popular boleros of all time, and the signature recording of the song belongs to that of Dinah Washington, who won a Grammy Award in 1959 for Best Rhythm and Blues Performance with this song, and her version was also inducted into the Grammy Hall of Fame in 1998.[1] It also earned her her first top ten Pop hit, reaching #8 on the Billboard Hot 100. Esther Phillips discotized 1975 remake was a top 20 hit.
It was recorded by Diana Ross in 1972, but not released until thirty-four years later when her Blue album was discovered in the Motown vaults and released in 2006. Other artist versions include Sarah Vaughan, Renee Olstead, Eydie Gorme in 1964 album titled Eydie Gorme canta en español con Los Panchos, Luis Miguel in his Romance album 1991, etc. Jamie Cullum's 2003 debut album, twentysomething, also features a remake of this song. In 2007 R&B/Dance singer Deborah Cox made a remake of this song on her album Destination Moon. Also in 2007, Peter Criss covered the song on his album One For All.
At the edge of silence, a boat waits,
flowers lean into the sea breeze,
the horizon breathing in colors,
a summer pause that feels eternal.
© 2025 Lorrie Agapi. All rights reserved.
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Everything I share here comes from my own soul and my own journey.
Please don’t copy or rewrite my texts as your own.
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A gaze that wanders through the morning light,
a heart that reaches dreams in flight.
And love is and remains
the most precious of all feelings
embracing all who searched for love
and found it within themselves.
⁛ Written where hearts speak in silence.
© 2025 Lorrie Agapi. All rights reserved.
My heart, my words. Please respect them.
Everything I share here comes from my own soul and my own journey.
Please don’t copy or rewrite my texts as your own.
Your own voice deserves its own space.
Woolly McBaaFace is at it again! Today, he’s convinced the whole flock that the grass on the other side of the fence is not only greener but tastier too. "Trust me," he says, "I’ve been around this farm for years. I know a five-star patch when I see one!"
Of course, the other sheep follow, only to realize... it’s the same grass they’ve been munching on all day. "Well, maybe it just needs more chewing," Woolly suggests with a wink.
Classic Woolly McBaaFace, always the smooth talker, but never quite the expert!
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My heart, my words. Please respect them.
Every poem, every story, and every thought I share is a part of my soul. To take them without permission is to take a piece of me
a piece that will always remind you these words are mine and can never be yours.
Even if you alter them, it is still my soul that lingers, whispering to you: You are incapable of creating your own, and that is why you copy what belongs to others.
Here, where the shadows of the soul meet the surface of the lake, the darkness whispers its stories. Sometimes, our inner demons are as quiet as the water, yet always present.
A place where silence speaks louder than words. We all carry our demons, hidden behind the facade.
In the mist, the boundaries between inside and outside blur.
A mirror reflecting our inner struggles. Life is often like this image, sometimes chaotic, sometimes still, always full of contrasts.
We all carry our demons, but they make us unique.
© 2025 Lorrie Agapi. All rights reserved.
My heart, my words. Please respect them.
Everything I share here comes from my own soul and my own journey.
Please don’t copy or rewrite my texts as your own.
Your own voice deserves its own space.
It’s strange, but what moves me most are the things that ask for nothing.
Perhaps because I don’t travel only with my feet, but with imagination.
And winter, when it falls silent, speaks softly to those who choose to listen.
È strano, ma le cose che mi colpiscono di più sono quelle che saltano meno all’occhio.
Forse perché non viaggio solo con i passi, ma con la fantasia.
E l’inverno, quando tace, sa parlare piano a chi si ferma ad ascoltare.
This was the first shoot of the year! I was able to shoot with 35mm film, impossible instant film, instax film, my digital camera and my phone camera!
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আজ রাতে যদি শ্রাবণের মেঘ হঠাৎ ফিরিয়া যায়
তবুও পড়িবে মনে
চঞ্চল হাওয়া যদি ফেরে কভু হৃদয়ের আঙিনায়
রজনীগন্ধা বনে,
হয়তো পড়িবে মনে।
বলাকার পাখা আজও যদি ওড়ে সুদূর দিগঞ্চলে
বন্যার মহাবেগে,
তবুও আমার স্তব্ধ বুকের ক্রন্দন যাবে মেলে
মুক্তির ঢেউ লেগে
বন্যার মহাবেগে।
বাসরঘরের প্রভাতের মতো স্বপ্ন মিলায় যদি
বিনিদ্র কলরবে
তবুও পথের শেষ সীমাটুকু চিরকাল নিরবধি
পার হয়ে যেতে হবে
বিনিদ্র কলরবে।
মদিরাপাত্র শুষ্ক যখন উৎসবহীন রাতে
বিষণ্ন অবসাদে
বুঝি বা তখন সুপ্তির তৃষা ক্ষুব্ধ নয়নপাতে
অস্থির হয়ে কাঁদে
বিষণ্ন অবসাদে।
নির্জন পথে হঠাৎ হাওয়ার আসক্তিহীন মায়া
ধূলিরে উড়ায় দূরে
আমার বিবাগী মনের কোণেতে কিসের গোপন ছায়া
নিঃশ্বাস ফেলে সুরে;
ধূলিরে উড়ায় দূরে।
কাহার চকিত-চাহনি-অধীর পিছনের পানে চেয়ে
কাঁদিয়া কাটায় রাতি,
আলেয়ার বুকে জোৎস্নার ছবি সহসা দেখিতে পেয়ে
জ্বালে নাই তার বাতি
কাঁদিয়া কাটায় রাতি।
বিরহিনী তারা আঁধারের বুকে সূর্যেরে কভু হায়
দেখেনিকো কোনো ক্ষণে।
আজ রাতে যদি শ্রাবণের মেঘ হঠাৎ ফিরিয়া যায়
হয়তো পড়িবে মনে
রজনীগন্ধা বনে।
স্মারক (পূর্বাভাস) / সুকান্ত ভট্টাচার্য
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স্মৃতি সততই সুখের...... আমার বাবার প্রিয় কবিতার একটি......
with a cup of hot coffee & poetry
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"This afternoon was the colour of water falling through sunlight;
The trees glittered with the tumbling of leaves;
The sidewalks shone like alleys of dropped maple leaves,
And the houses ran along them laughing out of square, open windows.
Under a tree in the park, Two little boys, lying flat
on their faces,
Were carefully gathering red berries
To put in a pasteboard box.
Some day there will be no war,
Then I shall take out this afternoon
And turn it in my fingers,
And remark the sweet taste of it upon my palate,
And note the crisp variety of its flights of leaves.
To-day I can only gather it And put it into
my lunch-box,
For I have time for nothing
But the endeavour to balance myself
Upon a broken world."
-September, 1918 By Amy Lowell
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stepping today into the paper congress in Fabriano... steps in Fabriano... see you again next weeek!
“In these Christmas photos, I simply tried to capture the atmosphere I feel in the streets: the lights appearing little by little, the small details that announce the holidays, that mix of anticipation and calm that hits me every year.
They’re simple shots, made with attention and with the pleasure of stopping what often goes unnoticed.
And even though I sometimes enjoy working with color — for me it’s just a lighthearted moment of fun and visual happiness — my real work remains black and white, which is the language where I truly feel at home.”
“In queste foto di Natale ho cercato semplicemente di raccontare l’atmosfera che sento per strada: le luci che arrivano un po’ alla volta, i dettagli che annunciano le feste, quel misto di attesa e calma che mi colpisce ogni anno. Sono scatti semplici, fatti con attenzione e con il piacere di fermare ciò che spesso passa inosservato.
Anche se ogni tanto mi diverto con i colori — per me sono solo attimi di svago leggero e di felicità visiva — il mio lavoro vero rimane il bianco e nero, che è il linguaggio in cui mi riconosco davvero.”
Hope you are all having a wonderful weekend! Spring is coming...the blooms are blooming! Pretty, Pretty!!!
Make your home a nest.
Check out my bird nest! I created it with free form sewing using bits of this and that. (Always save those wonderful little scraps of ribbons ,tulle, lace, ravels etc!) I keep a sack by my sewing machine and put all my scraps in it to re-purpose in to a fun piece!)
I used a piece of muslin underneath and machine sewed the pieces randomly in a
circular pattern.
I then switched to hand sewing and added a fabric transfer bird and sewed some more
strings, threads, and fibers around her. I further embellished the nest with
beads, buttons, and little nature items such as twigs and mosses.
I think I will put her on an art quilt piece soon as I find all the right things
to go with her!
Laurie Dorrell
To accept something that is already part of your life shows that you have understood you were the one who drew it close.
In the same way, you can also let it go, if it no longer serves you
⁛ from the diary of a wandering soul
© 2025 Lorrie Agapi. All rights reserved.
My heart, my words. Please respect them.
Everything I share here comes from my own soul and my own journey.
Please don’t copy or rewrite my texts as your own.
Your own voice deserves its own space.
It was a restless night that made dreams so vivid. Bathed in sweat, I tossed from side to side. I had to wake up, a bit of light would calm my mind.
Yet the room seemed to stretch, and the air around me felt heavy, as if announcing the end of a journey I didn’t want to take.
The darkness crept in, relentlessly, like a silent companion I hadn’t noticed. I wanted to scream, but my voice was just a shadow.
And then, I saw myself at the shore, yet not, in a place I had never seen, somewhere in between, in a space that could not be defined. My lantern burned brightly, but the light was not enough to drive away the madness.
And from the rushing, that built up inside me like a wave, came the man. A growl that spoke through the wind, the eyes of a stranger.
He sat and waited, as if the storm had always belonged to him.
The dream wouldn’t end, as if time had forgotten itself.
© 2025 Lorrie Agapi. All rights reserved.
My heart, my words. Please respect them.
Everything I share here comes from my own soul and my own journey.
Please don’t copy or rewrite my texts as your own.
Your own voice deserves its own space.