sharing with Collage Obsession
girl making a “poem” hat in Hue, Vietnam. Called “poem” hats because when they are held up to the light you can see a picture in the hat
Sharing with other hat lovers and Ailsa
The beauty of the changing of the seasons in Luxembourg. ‘From this to that’, as suggested by Ed
It’s interesting to see how often the image of the sun turns up in so many places ….
Sharing with Jennifer and other sun lovers
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“Trees are my temples and forests are my cathedrals” Mikhail Gorbachev
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
By Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
sharing with Ailsa
I’ve used Kim’s If Only texture and reduced the opacity.
This abandoned Christian church is in the village of Yesilkoy in the Karpaz area of Northrn Cyprus. Northern and Southern Cyprus are still a long way away from unification and feelings run deep on both sides. I used this particular texture with the stitching because it’s a way of healing wounds. If only …..