Alan Dean is based in British Columbia, Canada.
Raincoast Images brings to fine art photography the perspective of a biologist and anthropologist, climber and offshore yachtmaster with extensive experience of wilderness travel and working with people from wide-ranging backgrounds and cultures.
Available for commission and assignment. Please feel free to contact me by email through the link above at any time.

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Vibration in Art and Verse
Vol 2 #4
Alan Dean is a member of Achromatic Nature, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Animal Kingdom, Bears of the world, Black and White Photography, Core [C.O.R.E], Dimensions, Earth Keepers (How do YOU save the Earth?), EMI - The Group, Landscape Photography, Photo-Zen, Solo Exhibition, Tee HQ, The Fine Art of Photography, Vibration in Art and Verse - VAVoom!, Who Needs Color For Beauty? - Black & White Art At Its Best and WMG.
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a hand so tempered cannot / touch those beginnings, / first quests in / passage to / gazing at the blue / distant hollow with aches of life reaching beyond / sight as though rimless, / like the taste…
the long arms of sleep unwound / letting go / uncoiling / as old patterns sparkled behind their eyes / and tingled / as they danced across hands / and made eddies of want in their finger tips just…
Abigail’s world, by which is meant her mental life, transposed itself from neat passages and sequential reasoning into a huge, and possibly limitless, swathe of metaphoric processes closer to musica…
There is a torrent in the soul / A slight mishap, perhaps / In how this should unfold, / Creeping eyes opening as the dawn whispers / In grey shadows, a hint / Of what’s to come. Memories, / But…
The forest hills have gone, / or partly gone, dismembered / moved aside / this noisy place of quiet kindness, respectful greetings / a place on the edge of Keralan lands / giving milk to spiced gifts,…
There’ll be a bus along soon / as it splutters its way along this dusty, flinty track / lying between pointed fingers of land / stabbing at the line between two old cultures / arguing names, and pla…