Author: Mark Wade

I make photographic art in many forms....without adherence to any philosophical tyranny. Love to paint, mixed media 2D pieces at my leisure. Still working on some pieces that have evolved over a period of years. Art for me is not on the clock (mostly). Sites that do not show up with GRAVATAR for some reason: FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/bluemarblearts/ Deviantart: https://www.deviantart.com/markus43 REDBUBBLE: https://www.redbubble.com/people/markus43/shop PRINTS: https://bluemarblephotography.smugmug.com/

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Teleconference the specifics
Meet with the folks that make the checks
Review the schedule
If we do this,
We can erase the next eight months of our lives
Are you ready for that?

Of course.
Just let me re-crunch
The numbers…
Dollars with wings.

Hey,
I woke up this morning
Thinking about the thing.
You know
The thing
That will keep us up at night?

Good.
We’re on the same page.
I hope you can run fast.
This moving train isn’t going to wait for you.
It’ll either wear you out
Or cut you in half
But you can’t go ’til I say go.

Such is the life in construction. “Be careful what you wish for, you just may get it.” When my work day is over…I’ll just mosey on down to the rusty buckwheat fields. Watch the bees and really learn something.











			






				
					




	

		
The Return

		

			
				
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Should have seen the signs
Red sky and hovering lake
Ravenous blackbirds flocked
Frenzied
Like the shark
That smells blood





Busy the mind
Chained hands to the task
Away
My only friend
Long was the journey





Absence is a liar
It’s testing
More resilient 
Than any heart
Strength of character
Thrown away
Into empty wind





Promises
Even are more empty





Only time and effort
Will erase the disaster
Of neglect






Not sure why this ekphrastic brought me here. 
When I was younger, being a journeyman meant exactly that. I had to journey away from my family for extended periods to work my trade. It took a toll on on them and it seemed at times I had completely failed them. Some of my other jobs took me away on the weekends playing music. So even though I was at home every night, I was not available. It was during this time that I realized that words and promises are meaningless. 
Only the doing can make things right.
Some memories cannot be erased. They become part of the fabric of your family history. “What kind of memory am I building?”

			






				
					




	

		
Not Sure About Anything

		

			
				
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Last night
While dreaming I could fly
A realization flooded over me
The one flying
May not have been me.

My eyes were overhead
Watching something fly
Over forests and rivers

Understanding
That if I am watching something
Fly below
Then I myself
Must be flying as well

So, yes…
That was me flying
But,
Where was I going?





Photograph by me. Multiple exposures on one frame, in-camera.

			






				
					




	

		
Dream Sequence4

		

			
				
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Quiet in There, Go to Sleep!





My mother would need to deliver that line to us every single night. Four boys in one room will not stay silent very long.
The concept of “going to sleep” is an interesting idea when we think about it. Is it a place….like Paris? Sleep is not tangible, yet we say ” I need to get some sleep”. We can’t touch it, but we know when we’ve had it. We have it even though we cannot touch it….yet… it touches us.





When we are very young we hate it. When we are adults we like it, but ignore it. When we get older we can’t ignore it.





Maybe, “having it” is the impossibility. “Experiencing it” is more appropriate. We experience it, then we are done with it for a time.





Sleep is my next project. Not to “go there”….to that sub conscious wonderland where we dream and work out our anxieties. Rather, to send others there. Either with eyes open in meditation (conscious sleep), or in the traditional sense.





This video is a rough draft of what will be a much longer rendition to take the viewer/hearer to that end. 





Sometimes we just see frames and the imaginary worlds these frames make before our eyes.





Music composed from sampled “phrases” and added nuances.










			






				
					




	

		
Difference is Subjective

		

			
				
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Everything was new
When I was new
ANd i kNew it WAs nEw

Looking across the sky
Again. For the 22627th time
Something keeps telling me
“tHis iS oLD”

The old
See afresh
The value of a “day”
When everything 
iS nEW

On the evening I made this multiple exposure photo. The birds circled…so I put them around the moon…the old old moon. Then, nested them gently between the breasts of the distant mountains. The ancient ancient mountains. It was a moment unlike any other I had ever come to love.