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








Alan Findlater hosts Public Art and That One Great Shot and is a member of ! # 1 ARTISTS OF REDBUBBLE !, Complex Simplicity of Art, Yellow Gallery, "Tone It Down"!, All About Flowers, All the Colors of the Rainbow, Castle Magic, Fabulous Flowers, Flowers Only-Selective Coloring, Freedom to Shine, Mixed Media, One Single Flower On Show.. Upload 2 per day, Railway Art and Photography and The Scots are Coming.
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A short time ago in a building not so far away there worked (well sometimes she worked) a beautiful young PA named Sarah, (ok ok occasionally she worked and she’s no too bad lookin) whose life was e…
I believe in smiling faces / Having fun going places I believe in being true / Taking time to be with you I believe the warmth of a lover / The kiss of one thats like no other I believe the…
One dream / never realized / Barely used and in good condition / Still with original box of hope / will concider offers / or free to a good home / ONO
Just for a moment / a sudden pain / In a single breath / As the edge of a tear forms / and heartbreak returns to visit / Just for a moment then its gone. Just for a moment / Life feels less live…
We’ll strive for the warmth / from the rays of the sun / With soft shades of purple / in the warm evening sun / Our green steams stand proudly / holding us tall / With the sweet scent of summer / s…
A breath of air slips / Like a velvet glove so cool on skin / Gliding slowly down the smooth contours. / Sending signals to a tumbling mind as though / Electricity was firing from the deepest place. /…