Poetry, Photography, and Thoughts
Historical and Horror Fiction Writer
Psychotherapy; Autism, Anxiety and Wellbeing
Rape. Incest. Murder. Then, I turned four. Storytelling for the brokenhearted.
RECIPES /COOKING VIDEOS
Love is Joy!
Philosophy is all about being curious, asking basic questions. And it can be fun!
We're all on a road to somewhere.
Life after high conflict divorce with children
My Life After Narcissistic Abuse
Stories, Poetry, Thoughts, Life
Just another WordPress.com site
Pursuing sanity in a world insane
Keep Moving Forward
Keep Moving Forward
Exploring the abandoned, derelict and forgotten of Adelaide, South Australia and beyond
the most beautiful sound next to silence.
"Literature is language charged with meaning." Ezra Pound
You know, it's cool for cats.
Life Experiences, Quotes & Randoms
Sharing steps from my path of life...
"El Mundo Visible es Sólo un Pretexto" / "The Visible World is Just a Pretext".-
My 2016 iPhone Project 366
a picture a day - no exceptions (c) yours truly
Sharing Great Blog Posts
Wisdom from the Blogs I Follow
west517 | the world we know
Ina Vukic - Croatia: people, politics, history, economy, transitioning from communism to democracy
The only archive reviewing every ECM album in existence.
Le PhotoBlog de SeniSilat
Hundefotografie / Dog photography
'Cuz Yesterday Is Long Gone & Tommorow Is Unpromised
my personal museum of digital art, poetry, photography, paintings, video art, revelations and sexy parties
Surviving through Depression. "Specter" is the personification of my depression.
Artists Paying it Forward
A Collection of Amazing Fine Art
"The artist exists because the world is not perfect" - Andrei Tarkovsky
13 thoughts on “torn poster”
Very good – as always
Do you have any idea who the poster was once about?
Oh, cool. Nice job. Hugs, Barbara
You are very welcome. Have a good weekend. Hugs, Barbara
Hello , sorry if it is not proper to post it here, but there is not much time to participate on the Oeil du photographe 15.
De rien, de rien.
spooky and excellent 🙂
Yes. it’s like there is a person trapped in there.