pijinlane
Profile
- Name
- pijinlane
- Age
- 66
- City
- West Calder
- Country
- United Kingdom
- Joined
- Oct 2007
I am an amateur artist and photographer and I also like to write poetry.
My passion is for Landscape photography, especially the West coast of Scotland.
I live in a tiny village near Edinburgh, 1000 feet up on a Lanarkshire moor beside a SSSI
I hope you enjoy looking at my work and I look forward to meeting you all and making new friends
Groups
pijinlane hosts The Scots are Coming and is a member of *All Seascapes, All Things Poetic, Prose, Philosophical., Amateur Photographers' Association, Anything Edinburgh, B&W - Character - People Shots, Black and White Photography, Butterflies, Skippers, Moths, & Other Winged Insects, CAT LOVE, EF Welcome Center, Equine Art and Photography, Fabulous Flowers, HDR Photography, In the Moment, Landscape Photography, Light and Reflection, Passions, Pencil Drawing, Public Art, Realist Traditional Art, Sepia-Toned, Trees, United Kingdom, Waterfall Photography and Writers' Market.
Journal Entries
My friends
Posted 4 days ago, 5 comments so far.
I would just like
Posted 8 days ago, 10 comments so far.
Thank you ...
Posted 20 days ago, 11 comments so far.
Never Thought .....
Posted 23 days ago, 8 comments so far.
I am desparate ....
Posted 26 days ago, 18 comments so far.
A Sale!!!!!
Posted about 1 month ago, 17 comments so far.
Thank you ...
Posted about 1 month ago, 4 comments so far.
I read this, this morning and
Posted about 1 month ago, 15 comments so far.
On Briefly to
Posted about 1 month ago, 6 comments so far.
Guess who has got
Posted about 1 month ago, 15 comments so far.
Art
Writings
Memory
How fallable / Is this human sense
Out of Time
Of this once proud vessel / That defied the waves
Goodbye To Winter
To feed all the world with its wonderful sound
Wake Up
the chill of Winter’s now departing face
Who Am I????
What is everything all about / What is anything all about / Where do I come from / Where am I going / Do I serve a purpose, a cause, a belief / Or in my very purposelessness / Do I exist at all / Who …
Snowdrops
Those flowers of early Spring hold sway
