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/

Water’s Hand

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It rained again last night
And this morning

Uneventful for many

But in this dry place
Where we have starved
For the love of water

We jump out of sheer joy

Others we know
Far from here
Not too far from here

Have seen too much

Thus it is
And will always be
Water’s hand

A photo of my wife, just below Bridal Falls – Yosemite Valley.
She orders me not to post photographs of her on the web. I don’t think this one counts.

Swallows in May

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Not too much longer now
They will leave this place
For northern climes

This May has been extraordinarily busy for me. I made only my second entry of photographic work for the month last night.
That will change, like the coming and going of the swallows.

After a few hectic weeks, it felt good to let the sound of the river cover me while I mused at the whimsy of these little birds.

This Is Not A Poem

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A charitable cause close to my extended family and our hearts.

The Mito Walk event draws contributions to help fund research into Mitochondrial disease. This condition has horrible effects to the children stricken with it, and its subset conditions may be basic to other conditions/diseases as well.

If you are healthy, if your children are healthy, hug each other, be thankful.
















UCSD Mito Research:  https://www.mitoresearchfund.org/ 
Naviaux Lab:  http://naviauxlab.ucsd.edu/ 
Dr Richard Hass – Children’s Hospital:  https://www.rchsd.org/doctors/richard-haas-md/ 

			






				
					




	

		
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How far, is it, to the moon?
And from where did I come?
How did I grow inside of you?
Was it magic or a miracle?





Where were you just now, I was lost?
Can you see the rain afar off?
I’ll be gone for the day, for the week.
What will I do, when I work in the world?





Will there be someone for me?





Did I hurt you when I moved away?
Did you call my name in the night?





How far, is it, to the moon?














We were all once seeds, held tight by a beautiful flower.





Old 8mm family film cuts from the ’60’s  – south of Los Angeles.