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Little Reminders

on February 5, 2019February 5, 2019 By Mark Wade

If I should hike and conquer mountains,
Yet fail to stop and witness the links of complex beautiful life forms

What have I accomplished?

Going Home

on January 31, 2019January 31, 2019 By Mark Wade 2 Comments

Those words
When we say them
Mean Nothing
And Everything

A subjective a comment
Unique
Only to the speaker

Such places
Only exist in our minds
For a time

While the walking
Directs our steps
To perilous places
Where we fear
Being torn apart

Though once we’ve traversed the gauntlet
Of hungry wolves and bears
We find the single door
Of long standing memory
Painted same as childhood dream

Knocking avails no answer
Fumbling keys do not fit the lock
Slowly opens of its own volition
And is filled with home
The subjective agreement
Of rest and assurance

Winter’s Hand

on January 29, 2019January 29, 2019 By Mark Wade 2 Comments

Winter’s hand
Wraps me in its cold cold grip
Barren are the trees
They call me
In quiet whispers

Green sleeps
In hibernating animation
Resolute
Waiting
For the explosion

Foreboding
And welcoming
Simultaneously
This moment
Of complete stillness

DAy oF ThE CRoW

on January 24, 2019January 24, 2019 By Mark Wade

Long has been the voyage
Epochs noted
Multiple times along the way

Trails have become wide
Distinctively stained
With tears

Subjective notes of joy and sadness

Much better now
To close the eyes
And rest easy

Listening
To the flow
Of stronger life forms

Leave them to their current struggles

In a moment’s notice
They too will see
Their true value

And that greatness
Is not found externally
Or in the bondage of rage

Rather, in the selfless act of giving

Soon enough
Will be
The day of the crow

Compulsion

on January 23, 2019January 23, 2019 By Mark Wade

It’s like playing a musical instrument.
Holding it firmly, like deadly weapon
An extension of the arms

Connected to the brain
Connected to the heart
Connected to the eye

Reality melts away
Like it was never there
Reality is now foolishness
Logic dies quickly, quietly

The eye looks at all conditions
Color over there
Greater values to be had
Two miles away

Extreme contrast
At the forefront
Thought walks away
Let’s instinct in the door

Mind assembles
Heart assists
And speak to hands

Hands obey in the frenzied moment
Before it all changes

I have been practicing this obscene bastardized form of photography for about twelve years and it won’t leave me alone. It is not considered valid by most traditionalists and is discounted as “Photoshop” (veiled insult). This piece is a manipulation (contains a second photo layer) so in that sense it is “Photoshop”. The base photograph is (10) exposures onto one frame.
My critics’ jabs would carry weight if I saw how easy it would be for them to make a similar image using the same techniques. Even if that were so, I would still refuse to allow any voice to interrupt the creative processes that have now become compulsion.