Anna Demarco Photography

i can feel you in my blood we shared the sun, but not enough my best friend, such beauty memories like movies 24 candles, i'm feelings sentimental moved to tears with passing regret, dancing like stains on my skin. a blurry year since you've left 3AM dreams i can't forget the moon has been my companion swaying in and out of seasons while my sanity pounds out of my chest in the living room i used to sleep.

veins are branches, roots of sadness. i grew from the compost of your suffering soul.. but the cracks, they're filled with all this gold. falling leaves of kindness like a blanket for the cold. undigging all of these secrets with my filthy fingernails. twelve, thirteen, rings, a year with no light. but so much growth to show in the water i see myself, clearly for the first time. fighting the wind i realize, i am letting go of my resistance, and i begin to move with the nights towards a day with bright intentions.

we traded our fins. photos by Anna Demarco

photos by Anna Demarco

she came from the water, and to the water she shall return. photos by Anna Demarco

A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things. photos by Anna Demarco

May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks. Self portraits by Anna Demarco

caity and charley  NH fall 2014  photos by Anna Demarco

photos by Anna Demarco

photos by Anna Demarco

photos by Anna Demarco

Leah and Kylie in the forest. Photos by Anna Demarco

Dave and Kiki  Photo by Anna Demarco

“I learned about the sacred art of self decoration with the monarch butterflies perched atop my head, lightning bugs as my night jewelry, and emerald-green frogs as bracelets.”  ― Clarissa Pinkola Estés  Danielle Merlino captured by Anna Demarco

hazel suicide for ruckus apparel  photos by Anna Demarco

self portraits by Anna Demarco