Why did I name this blog, Crow on the Wire?
I had a long lapse of creative inactivity. Five years ago when I took the big risk–sold my house, left a good job and packed a few things in my Prius (including my chubby girlfriend, eventually to become my wife)–I moved from cold Philadelphia to sunny Santa Barbara. Here my creative voice has slowly come back. The muse was also triggered by the band of crows that gather outside my Santa Barbara apartment at 5:30 am every morning. Many people would view these sturdy black birds as an annoyance–but I instantly took them as a blessing. They sat in the trees and on the telephone wires and seemed to speak to me.
Some would say–you’re full of shit. That may be true, but my interpretation is that the crows were there for me in a symbolic way. They wanted me to wake up to the world and not go through life sleep walking with a boring job and daily routine. It was the crows that made me want to explore the world from a unique perspective. That in a nutshell is what my poetry and photography is about. It’s about exploring the world around me, seeing new things, visiting new places, meeting unfamiliar faces, being open and curious. The crows seem to have a better, perhaps more interesting perspective of life than we do–from the treetops, from the roofs of houses, and from the telephone lines; they can see it all.
As I explore the world with my Mac Air and Canon Power Shot in hand, I am also showing people the windows of my soul. My creative voice is the evidence of my existence on this planet. Enjoy my poetry and pictures and comment as much as you like. Peace, Mark.
For more on my connection to crows, read my article, Meditation on Crow, in the elephant journal.