AlliD
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Not old, not young. Somewhere in the middle, wandering the planet with a notebook and camera, enjoying the wonder of it all.
If you meet a slightly deranged, short, blonde woman with hair that won’t do as it’s told, please say hello. It might be me.
Groups
AlliD is a member of "Mornings & Evenings -- Sunbeams & Storms" 1 photo per 24 hrs; 3 drawings or paintings per 24 hrs, After Dark, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Amazing Asia, As Is, Beginner's Expressions, Bits and Pieces , Britain's Coastline, Buddha, Childhood, Country Bumpkin, Fabulous Flowers, Freedom to Shine, Himalaya, ImageWriting (2/24), Landscape and Abstract Photography, Landscape Photography, Light and Reflection 1/24, Live, Love, Dream: , Music Inspired Art (M.I.A) music links/lyrics required, Nature's Wonders, North East England, PENTAX , Reflections in Building Windows 2 per day, Safe Haven, Stillness Speaks **Max 2 uploads per day** {{No NUDES, ABSTRACT, CANDIDS or ACTION IMAGES}}, The Patchwork , This is England, Travel and Adventure, UK National Parks, United Kingdom, Woman Appreciation, Your Country's Best (2 images per day) and Your Magic PLACE.
Journal Entries
Travels
Posted 7 months ago.
Featured in 'Image Writing'
Posted 8 months ago, 1 comment so far.
Featured! Thank You!!
Posted 8 months ago, 2 comments so far.
Featured
Posted 9 months ago, 1 comment so far.
Featured
Posted 9 months ago, 6 comments so far.
Featured in Pentax
Posted 9 months ago, 2 comments so far.
Twice!
Posted 10 months ago, 1 comment so far.
Featured
Posted 10 months ago, 6 comments so far.
Happy 2009!
Posted 10 months ago, 1 comment so far.
Travelling Shoes
Posted about 1 year ago.
Art
Writing
Tinned Pie
Mam is not well. That’s what Dad says, and that’s why she does strange things. She says we can’t use the bath because we’ll make it dirty, so we are dirty instead. Today she wouldn’t let me …
Peace
Time to spare and craving / peace, I walk the margins / of the wood, where / water wraps around the hill, / like dancing, liquid / light.
Evening Raga
I came to Kerala with a companion to escape the dust and noise of Mumbai, where we were living at the time. On our first afternoon, we hired a boat and set off to explore the backwaters. The intense h…
Fly Boy
August day burns out, / slips seamless into night. / Bomber’s moon calls / forth Spitfires. Engines throb in / time with the heart of a / cloud struck lad. He longs to throttle back, / trim the…
Flak
September 1940, / Jim and I on Primrose Hill / watched 1666 repeat. Later, reflected in the cockpit, / little flashes, ack-ack, someone flicking / fag ends up into the black. ‘The mean…
Clues
Soft rain begins. Outlines / blur. Helvellyn crouches, / a wet dog. I walk the path / alone, adrift in watercolour, / held in a bowl of birch / and scree. Follow dry-stone ribs past / Nettleslack a…
