My response:
Awesome work River and Emje!
Written by River Dixon: thestoriesinbetween.com/
Illustrations by Emje McCarty: quixoticmama.com/
Buy the book here: www.amazon.com/Beyond-Field-Il…
Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic
Photography Without Rules
My response:
Awesome work River and Emje!
Written by River Dixon: thestoriesinbetween.com/
Illustrations by Emje McCarty: quixoticmama.com/
Buy the book here: www.amazon.com/Beyond-Field-Il…

Watching the grass grow is boring.
Same for watching paint dry.
Watching little butterflies….maybe that too is boring.
Or, maybe not.

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.

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.

I might be too old to write about the birds and the bees. That’s alright. I went ahead and added some music and video just to confirm what I already knew. It’s the little things that make life interesting. I wrote a poem for this project, forgot about it, then wrote another one with a slightly different perspective. They’re both here:
“Ordered Chaos”
We are obsessively enslaved
To our own sense of place and order
Every room has a function
Every place, a purpose
Rarely do we consider
The genius of nature’s chaos
Song sparrows
Sing for a mate
And in the same spot
A rabbit is torn
Limb from limb
To feed a coyote
In that same spot
Sweet pea feeds a hungry bee
In symbiotic friendship
Grass dies quickly
Tree claims victory,
Sleeps during the cold months
And again fights
Grass’ resurrection in the spring
We see disorder
Because we are blind
To what real order can be
We are disruptions to harmony
Listen to the song
Join the chorus
Birds called to me
Singing songs of lifted joy
“You must have seen her!
This path
Of long lost journeys.
Her beautiful legs
Now brightly adorned
In skirted magic
All aglow in purple
And yellow
Brighter than the sun.
Even the bees
Can’t escape
Her seductive sweetness
Drawn to her
Unknowingly,
Hopelessly hypnotized.
Have you ever seen
Such full, thick trim?
Stroked
By gentle breezes
Braided
By fiddle-necks and mustard
Everything
Is drawn to her now.
Everything
Even you.
You have no answer for it
Neither have you the will
To fight away
Her calling”
The Video:
Ordered Chaos from Mark Wade on Vimeo.