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/

May 11th Presentation

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I have been asked to give a presentation on my techniques for photography to the San Diego Sierra Club Photo Section.

May 2019 Meeting: Mark Wade

As I finalize my Power Point, I find myself vacillating between delivering emotion and technical speak. There cannot be any unbalance in the truth of the matter. Photography is a part of my expressive voice that has connected, and re-connected a part of me that becomes easily filled with wonder and is childishly impressed with even the most banal occurrences of the everyday natural world.
Anything that can accomplish that should be tended to with great care.

Thank you Steven and Alexander for the invitation. The pleasure is all mine.

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See the Wind

on By

Carry the words
Of innumerable souls
Across the valley
Onto the mountain tops

The plankton
Of solid terrain

Move across my face
Its creases
Your intimate friend

I know you love me
Your cool hands
Penetrate my coat
And cover me
With stories
From other lands

Simplicity

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Walking away from expectations
Into nature’s wooded balm
She holds me up, without grip
Tells me to stop a moment
And listen

Symphonic voices
Call my name
From within places unseen
Songs of joy
Reminding me
Of the splendors I’ve missed that day

I send a whistle
And all songs are silenced
There, just beyond the thicket
A choral member
Jumps to within view
Then another.

Eyes meet briefly
The chorus resumes
And I become a believer
The song of a single bird
Is more worthy
Than a room full of gold

Bridges

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It’s an intestinal thing
Guts telling me what is what
Surveying the landscape
Pairs are everywhere

In the air
On the ground
Then

A single shadow
Falls
As tall as a eucalyptus

The dreaded pang
Grips the soul
Compassion-less
Without conscience
Or intent
It just is

Perception triggers chemicals
Small voices speak
You are
Lonely
“You are.”
A most horrible, immutable declaration?

Over the chasm
Balanced on the taught line
My love for being alone
Staying focused, on the line
And becoming lonely,
Falling headlong
Into the chasm

Over the last several years it has become apparent that I have some sort of focusing “disorder”, although fully functional in the work environment. But when my time is my own, I go to multiple expressive outlets for peace and self-understanding. This “syndrome” requires “plate spinning” when it comes to important relationships.
To walk away from these expressive outlets leaves me unfulfilled. But to lose someone I love dearly to these addictions would be a fate worse than death.
So, a wide view and awareness is always required.
Nothing is more valuable than when someone says “I love you” or “let’s do something together”.