my journey through photography and poetry

my journey through photography and poetry

This is my travel journey through photos, poetry and a diary.
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Landscape & nature

Poem by me, Lisa Snepvangers

I know I have trouble opening up. I also know why it’s there and know it doesn’t get me anywhere. They say acknowledge is the first step but there are many more to take. How do you get to that second one when your heart is at stake.

Animal kingdom

  • i am not sure anymore
    what love is supposed to be like
    that nervous butterfly feeling
    thinking about them constantly
    wondering if it’s the same for them
    all that feeling of overwhelm

    or this calming comfort
    where i can be myself completely
    even dance with my inner child
    knowing we will be safe
    no need to wonder what would be
    in this reality

    i am not sure about love anymore
    it was never like this before

  • no one tells you how to grieve
    a loss you never gained
    love bottled up inside
    unconditionally
    with nowhere to go
    but down my eyes
    our love
    never had a chance to grow
    was never meant to be seen
    by anyone but me

  • just be yourself
    that’s what they say
    but what if you don’t like you
    is it okay to change?

    i’d like to be more considerate
    give more energy
    be a better me
    are we still we
    if we go down that road
    is us still us
    if we keep changing
    keep improving, keep moving
    nothing remains the same

    when the images are fading
    can we keep the frame?

  • what if it all works out
    just imagine
    waking up one day
    surrounded by colors of orange and yellow and red
    feeling all the kind words that have ever been said
    realizing this once was a dream
    slightly different sure
    with more money and secure
    but look at where you’re standing
    and i mean with open eyes
    take it all in, this is where you’ve been
    it all works out as it should
    even better than you could imagine in
    your dreams
    cause this is life
    for real

  • i feel lost
    i know what i want to do
    how i picture my life
    who i want to be
    it’s the mountain I see
    but the cabin is missing

    there’s paths all over
    through jungles and salt lakes
    and deserts and glacier lakes
    but i’m tired of walking

    i’m tired of choosing
    maybe this path is better
    if i just keep moving
    there might be a cabin

Personal poems

Cities & their people

My diary

  • Week #26

    We searched on the map to find another coastal beach (vibe) town with better weather. The wind has been blowing away our chance…

  • Week #25

    It’s hangover day. We went out yesterday, which was mostly sitting on a terrace outside, very chill.

  • Week #24

    I’m catching up on some writing while Helena is driving. It’s kinda tricky cause her driving style isn’t the relaxing kind.