Author: Mark Wade

I found a dried spiny flower. It hung limp and yellow-brown. A shell of what once held color.
The sun was illuminating its spines, helping it to decay back into the earth. Behind it, the lure of shadowed light values.
When we get real close to these things, we can see those little worlds.
They swirl about us. Under our feet. Over our heads, waiting to be discovered.

Today, I will not rush. 
It’s too easy to run headlong into the fray of need and want.
And too much of anything creates the perception of redundancy and failure.
All the while, we hold these precious worlds in our hands.

lensbaby/tube extension – one frame – Polar Coordinate/color shift/blending in Photoshop Elements/Topaz

Dove flew by my window
Forest had turned
Into a tumultuous ocean

Moon laughed at dove
“No place to roost eh dove?”

“Shut up moon.”

“Maybe I’ll fly up
Where you are
Settle in your dirty house.”

“Whoa dove
Take it easy….it’s
Nothing personal”

“Yeah, I know.
Just tired man.
Nothing personal.”

“Still friends?”
“Yeah,
Still friends.”

(3) frame in-camera photograph

If not for the reward
Then for the sake
Of the journey

We find ourselves
Broken away
Or just broken

But what is there?
There is light
There is hope

There is not the destination
It is the here and now
There, is here

in-camera multiple exposure photograph -4 frames