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Anti-Ansel Adams Series – Narcissus

I know.

I took my time.

And after all that effort I put into explaining my theory behind the Anti-Ansel Adams Series too! (If you missed it, you can find it here).

I expect, for the time being, I’ll stick with flowers. I took this picture while I was out in my back yard. The light was fading, and I could hardly see the image after I took it. But I clicked a button on Photoshop – I call it “season-all” –  you know that one … Image > Adjustments > Adjust All.

And Voila!

This was the result.



© Alice through the Macro Lens [2014]


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Weekly Photo Challenge: Threshold

I went to Whitby last year for a day-trip on a coach. I have entered another set of photos for the weekly challenge on my sister blog here. After a day of solace looking around the more spiritual areas of the town, I wandered through the “lanes” where there were all sorts of quirky shops: sweet shops galore, charity shops, and shops selling hand-made crafts, clothes, and foodstuffs. There was even a smokehouse that sold its own kippers. But this alleyway caught my eye. You can see it leads down to the sea and the harbour/marina. But I love the name it has been given. I wonder if many people cross this threshold … Arguments Yard Threshold © Alice through the Macro Lens [2014]

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Poppy for peace

It has been a tough week so far. My mind is not still.

Poppies help me feel peaceful.


Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze most softly lulling to my soul.... John Keats - Endymion

Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze most softly lulling to my soul….
John Keats – Endymion


© Alice through the Macro Lens [2014]



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Spring has sprung! WPC: Inside a snowdrop

Inside snowdrop 1

Nor will I then thy modest grace forget,    Chaste Snow-drop, venturous harbinger of Spring,      And pensive monitor of fleeting years! - William Wordsworth -

Nor will I then thy modest grace forget,
Chaste Snow-drop, venturous harbinger of Spring,
And pensive monitor of fleeting years!
– William Wordsworth –

I lived overseas for many years (a two-week trip that lasted 17 years …), and despite my love of the wanderlust life, there were a few things I missed about England throughout that time: one was Marmite, another was Woodpecker Cider … and telephone boxes, and double decker buses, and Coronation Street, and sarcasm.
But, more than sherbet fountains or teabags or the Arctic Monkeys, after living in the sweltering balminess of places such as Southwest Texas and Louisiana, I found myself longing for seasons!
Granted, upstate New York had seasonal change, but their winters were a bit extreme, unless trudging through 8-foot snowdrifts is your idea of fun.
No, I missed English seasons – unpredictable, often erratic, with mild winters, cold summers, and slushy autumns … And most of all, I missed the English spring and the flowers that come with it.

So when I returned to England with my son and we “settled” in our first real home, I made a point of filling every nook and cranny of our tiny back yard with bulbs that flower every spring and herald the new green of the year.

Snowdrops are my particular favourite. There’s not a lot to them – just a trio of white waxy petals with a dash of green inside …. but they are often the first flowers to nuzzle their way through the frost, and the sight of them always brings a smile to my face.

(As usual, click on the picture for a better look).

© Alice through the Macro Lens [2014]

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Good news pt 2 – someone listened

OK, so it took me to ponder self-harm, bucketloads of tears, and a reminder that I have an 11 year-old in the next room that has to put up with this unpredictable banshee of a mother – but finally the crisis team picked up the phone when I called at two in the morning yesterday.

My call was answered by a lady who looked up my file and said, “Oh … it all appears to have come to a grinding halt, hasn’t it.”

Finally! …. someone who recognised that perhaps I had, indeed, been left hanging out to dry, and that, perhaps, an appointment three months away might be a little too long to wait?

Two lovely ladies then visited my house before lunchtime to ensure I wasn’t sitting in the gas oven; and called me on the phone two hours later to say that my 20th June appointment had now been brought forward to April 11th.

Fluffyphoton mentioned a little while ago that there’ll soon be flowers out there for me to photograph, so I thought I’d add one here to start me off.

© Alice through the Macro Lens [2012]

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Flight – a dream

I dream constantly.  After I close my eyes at night, my world becomes filled with action movies and psychedelic colours, and probably some of the most interesting storylines that have never been written. My sleep patterns have been wrecked for as long as I can remember. Besides the restless nights of tossing and turning and those when I’m up like a bolt between 2.30 and 3am without fail, there are the dream-filled, REM-filled nights, when, despite the fact that my eyes stayed shut all night, I will wake up feeling more exhausted than when I actually went to bed.

I think I read somewhere that everybody has recurring dreams, some of which are kindly dreams that return every so often and take you to a place never ventured.   In my case, occasionally, my dreams take me into flight, offering a brief but incredible experience unobtainable during the waking hours.

In those dreams, if I think hard enough and believe strongly enough (yes, I know it all sounds a bit Peter Pan-ish) I can levitate myself off the ground, and, to varying degrees of success, I find that I can fly. Not in a growing-wings-and-flapping kind of way, but in an outstretched-arms-and-glide kind of way. The success of each flight would appear to be governed by the accompanying atmosphere and mood in my life at the time. More recently, there have been dreams in which I can raise myself off the ground, but never quite high enough to be out of reach of seemingly grotesquely tall people who grab at me and try to drag me back down. I have had other dreams where I can fly, but I am confined to the interior of rather grand buildings. As much as I try, I can’t seem to find a suitable escape route, even though no one can actually reach me. But the nature of the dream demands that I have to stay in flight away from those below, and I become progressively more exhausted the longer I stay up there.  And then there’s the dream when I fly so high and so fast I can’t control where it leads me, often taking me so far into oblivion that the dream becomes scary and I’m lost, alone, and out of control.

But every now and then – not often, and certainly not lately – I have one of those flight dreams where it all seems so beautiful. I raise myself from the ground and simply soar through the clouds, feeling the warmth on my face and the wind in my hair. I have full control over my speed, movements and direction. I fly over fields and countryside, watching everything below me and disturbing nothing. I can swoop and climb at will, and I can go wherever I please. During one of these dreams, I remember that I flew over the Thames at night (no idea why, because I don’t live in London…), dancing amongst the reflections of the city, skimming so close above the water I could see my own smiling self looking back at me, then looping above and beneath bridges straddling the river.

These are the dreams I hope for every night. They don’t occur nearly often enough – but when they do, it is enough to lift my spirits for the rest of the day ahead and beyond.

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The next best thing to Flight …

So that’s what happened to the Ugly Duckling!

Swan Alice amt

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Daisy, Daisy … pt 2

Mad dog.

Also called Daisy.

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Daisy, Daisy …

Pretty, little, delicate Spring wild flower.

Called Daisy.

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