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Sashimi

on March 8, 2019March 8, 2019 By Mark Wade 4 Comments

It can be a dark world just below the surface.
Big fish will eat little fish and become complacent.
Something the heron knows all too well.

Stripped

on March 4, 2019March 4, 2019 By Mark Wade 3 Comments

Tough
Is the shell
Skin worn
But not destroyed

Sleep
Has been my pastime
While assaults of cold
Bitter winds
Remove molt

The days are longer
Something stirs
Exoskeleton eases
Something new
Something green

Rebirth
Forces itself
Screaming quietly
For the sun

There seems to be an abundance of weather related stories and blog posts today. So here’s mine! I do have to admit, our weather here is pretty dull compared to those in the north. This year has been seasonal for a nice change (in So Cal).

Untitled

on February 26, 2019February 26, 2019 By Mark Wade 4 Comments

All activity had ended.
There were no more murmurations.
Even the swallows and ducks had called it a day.
A sure sign that all was finished.
Even the sun had all but left the building.

There were two exposures already cooking in my camera.
I let the camera rest, strapped to my neck.
Ready to let the shot remain unfinished.
Then out of my periphery…movement beyond the trees.
A six foot giant….or great egret.

He was tired, and he ignored me.
His glide path was sure to bring him into view.
Snatching the camera up to my eye, I focused.
I was using a manual focus Lensbaby, so getting him in the correct plane was imperative.

His glide was so slow that I had enough time.
Focused, metered, placed in the negative space of the composition.
Click.
Sometimes these things work.

The Pacific Experience

on February 19, 2019February 19, 2019 By Mark Wade 2 Comments

A few video/photographic cuts from Sunset Cliffs, San Diego CA
Ambient music by me: “Space Cadet 1a”

Reaffirmation

on February 14, 2019February 14, 2019 By Mark Wade 3 Comments

We are in agreement
The birds and I
Our sacred covenant
N’er to be broken

They swear
To look for you
At every corner
And shadow

For the price of suet and seed

And when found
They will report to me
Your whereabouts
In complete detail
Whether high or low

They follow my every step

Now, no longer
Do I wait by lit window
Nor anticipate another sunset
Without half of my soul

Be it cliff or chilly waters
Mired exposure
Dangers from vicious beasts
Dangers from within
Or falls within the abyss of doubt

We will find you
And you will find me
In this new place
You bring us to.

There is no such thing as Valentines Day. There is no such thing as romance. There is only the practice of love. It takes us through dark places into the light. It takes our every ounce of strength, and gives us comfort when everything changes. And only works, when we give everything without accounting.
Not easy.