Gary Allman

Pictures of Gary Allman — If you don’t see me in one of the pictures below it means I’m featured in a picture in the post.

While I’m waiting (365: 159).

Domestic chores (365: 158) — I need to practice more…

Flickr Light (365: 157) — Last minute picture by Flickr light.

Dreaming (365: 156) — On my bed in the garden, winding down ready for sleep. Just daydreaming. Ten second exposure, lit by oil lamps.

Sea Cabbage (365: 155) — The title refers to the plant, not me. I just wanted to get that clear. 1

Beach Flowers — Common Mallow (Malva sylvestris). I’ve lived in Portsmouth over thirty years. This was just a shingle beach when I first arrived. Over the years plants have been reclaiming it.

Beach Flowers — I’ve lived in Portsmouth over thirty years. This was just a shingle beach when I first arrived. Over the years plants have been reclaiming it.

Gary in the Cumberland Fort Rose Garden, Southsea.

Catching up on some paperwork (365: 154) — Life caught up with me today. An afternoon nap turned into the best part of a three-hour sleep. June and an instant reminder of why I love having the sofa bed in the garden. Probably time to start sleeping out again too.

Gary before ‘nap time.’

Out of inspiration and time (365: 153) — Temporary lull on the ideas front, I’d better start looking for mini challenges. I haven’t checked in weeks.

Faux Puss (365: 152) — Ah! Mr. Bond…

New Door (365: 151) — A new front door and windows were fitted today – I couldn’t miss the opportunity. Fantastic light.

New Door — A new front door and windows were fitted today. Here are the before and after pictures. 5

Targeted Maleshot (365:150) — Hmmm, someone’s been giving away my age. I received a survey from ‘Age Concern’ the other week. Oh, how my family laughed.

My Love (365: 149) — I am addicted, I cannot get enough, I’m losing sleep, but I keep on coming back. It’s wonderful. Oh Flickr!

Sunday Reading (365: 148).

A solution for my back problem.

Abnormal Behaviour. Not really. I vacuum and fluff up the couches every week.

Smile.

The view from below (365: 147) — I’ve done something to my back so I can’t sit down right now (well, I can, but if I do it takes me about 30 minutes to get back up again), so, doing press-ups naked off the edge of the decking over the camera was probably not a good idea.

My home city (365: 146) — I was born in Portsmouth; we moved away when I was eighteen months old and returned when I was sixteen. Portsmouth is mainly built on an Island; surrounded by the Solent to the South, Langstone Harbour to the East, Portsmouth Harbour to the West, and Ports Creek, an almost dried up creek at low water to the North.

Inspired (365: 145). This was a last-minute session by monitor light, because, for the first time in 144 days I nearly forgot to take my picture, and I still haven’t been able to find a replacement bulb for my favourite lamp.

Reading (365: 144).

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