30 August 2013

OK, so, well, let's try embracing the random











Sometimes, I look at all my photos and think "oh dear". This evening is one of those times. Too diverse, not unified. And I feel a long way away from this:

“I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger than reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.”
Anaïs Nin

Tomorrow, all may be different of course - one hopes so.

Anyway, here's something from earlier by way of encouragement:




What next?

Wales is beckoning with rainy outstretched hooves so what next for Mrs Lemon's? A new blog for the new start? Quite possibly - 10 years of pictures have nearly been completed (not one a day, I know, but that was an issue explored way back in the early days), and something fresh is needed. Whatever happens, more content will follow, perhaps with a slightly more considered approach: watch this space for developments and thanks for all the visits.

27 August 2013

Not so much Kew in my future, so here's a few from the weekend








Apologies for the slightly John Hinde-ian no. 4, and the smug no. 6 - I'm finding subjects difficult to find. Or, to put it another way, I'm not finding subjects, hence the over-reliance on selfies and twee garden shots. Hey, there's a place for them though. Anyway, have a great week and remember to bring joy to all you meet. And, if you can't do that, at least try and hide your disappointment ;-)

21 August 2013

An Open ;-) Letter to the American People*


*A similar version is available from MI5 explaining how GCHQ spies on the British people. Well, it would be, but it is classified. You'll just have to take Malcolm Rifkind's word for it. 




Lots to think about

here. Especially fear. Which can be a difficult feeling to divest oneself of... but one must.

In the Woods