Alan Findlater
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Country: United Kingdom
The Camera’s Story
Camera set. Angle checked. Memory captured.
Our dreams
I could fly When I was a child i just lifted my legs and flew every night, it was as natural as my breath. Now my son flys high and feels the air rush past as he smiles and he tells me “Dad in my dreams i can fly” and i say then hold on tight son because when i grew up i forgot how to fly high like you.
By Alan Findlater
Groups
Alan Findlater hosts Public Art and That One Great Shot and is a member of THE PHOTOGRAPHERS VAULT.
Art
Writing
The View From Up Here Is Brilliant (part 3)
Day two of the major life changing holiday starts with the sounds of the city blaring through the hotel window which consisted of traffic noise interspaced with a police siren every twenty minuets or …
The View From Up Here Is Brilliant (part 2)
a constant movement of souls intermingling but never acknowledging each others existence.
The View from Up Here Is Brilliant (part one)
Aug 1st 2009 was like most days that summer, Wet! I had travelled to work that morning as I always did had half asleep and praying for a quick uneventful day. / My main holidays of the year had been …
Silent Screams
It came from deep inside / from that dark place we all keep hidden. / It roared silently from my head / as though it would never stop / Through the crowds of people / who mingled with disinterest / i…
Our dreams
I could fly When I was a child i just lifted my legs and flew every night, it was as natural as my breath. Now my son flys high and feels the air rush past as he smiles and he tells me “Dad in m…
Silent Screams Return
The dark mists begin to gather / as my silent scream struggles to escape / To free it’s self from the bonds / of my self imposed prison / I hide the fear from my mind / As the darkness gathers p…
