ANNA SNYDER: Pictures & Poetry All photographic content featured on this blog is my own
Digital Parasite2008
Havanna, a place of sad but beautiful decay.
No end to the withering of withered flowers,To the movement of pain that is painless and motionless
- T.S Eliot
I love you as the plant that never blooms, but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers.
- Marina Endicott (Good to a Fault)
Prague, 2012
Josh HommeToronto, 2013All Rights Reserved.
Josh HommeToronto, 2013All Rights Reserved.
My dad circa 1970’s
Dreams Possessed, 2010
I am a rock, I am an island
On a ladder leading nowhere.
I’m a little teapotShort and stout
Bamboleo, bambolea