Skipper Butterfly — Grunge Art   Leave a comment

Skipper Butterfly (1 of 1)-2 grunge art blog

Skipper Butterfly — Grunge Art by kenne

“You are an aperture through which the universe is looking at and exploring itself.”

― Alan W. Watts



Wildflowers In The Upper Canyon   Leave a comment

Still Plenty of Wildflowers On Our Hike To Hutch’s Pool In The Santa Catalina Mountains (November 13, 2015)– Images by kenne



Sky Above, A Path Below   Leave a comment

Windy Point (1 of 1) blog Sky Above,  A Path Below — Image by kenne

Blue, green and sandstone

Sky above, a path below

Moments to capture

— kenne



A Stately Saguaro Family   1 comment

Saguaro (1 of 1) blogA Stately Saguaro Family — Image by kenne

“Existence is no more than the precarious attainment of relevance in an intensely mobile flux of past, present, and future.”

— Susan Sontag

Life Is A Gift   4 comments

Yard flowers (1 of 1)-2 butterfly art blog

Computer Art by kenne



shapes in color


shapes in shades


form in shapes


image in form


meaning in image


gratitude in meaning


life in gratitude.

Today I read about someone who keeps a “gratitude journal” and thought, “What a great idea?” Continuing the thought I concluded that I already keep a gratitude journal, this blog.

Life is a gift. Each day is filled with blessings — just by posting daily, I’m able to express gratitude.


The Gifts That Keep On Giving   2 comments

Vessel of Life — Computer Art by kenne

Note: This posting first appeared in December of 2009

The things that happen to us in life do so because we act. The more we act, the more opportunities we have upon which to act, the more we connect creating a vessel filled with learning moments. If we don’t act on the moments, each will become an opportunity lost.  Even so, it’s important to not think about what may have been left behind.

My vessel of life is an alchemy of acts from which new opportunities are poured – acts attract acts. Paulo Coelho wrote in his bestseller, The Alchemist, “There is only one way to learn,” the alchemist answered.

“It’s through action. Everything you need to know you have learned through your journey.”

It was ten years ago that I first read Coelho’s enchanting fable. It was in preparation for leading a group of four young professionals to the state of Sáo Paulo in Brazil that I learned of Paulo Coelho and his 1988 novel. The book fit well into my own philosophy and set the tone for the trip and remains instrumental to my life.

Again, one act leads to another when at this past Sunday’s Society of the 5th Cave reading club meeting, The Alchemist was selected for the March reading. Once again the concept of alchemy is front stage, this time from a different perspective, which will create many new learning moments.

I’m please to be reading this inspiring book ten years out. The Alchemist is the gift that keeps on giving.  Just today I received an email from my brother Tom, reminding me of someone I have also not read in recent years, American poet, Conrad Aiken, which my poem “Solstice Night,” reminded him of the first lines from Aiken’s long poem, “The House of Dust.”

The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light.
The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the east:
And lights wink out through the windows, one by one.
A clamor of frosty sirens mourns at the night.
Pale slate-grey clouds whirl up from the sunken sun.

In turn, his reminding me of Conrad Aiken, and the return of The Alchemist, that reminded me of the following from Aiken’s poem, “A Letter from Li Po.”

what’s true in these, or false? which is the ‘I’
of ‘I’s’? Is it the master of the cadence, who
transforms all things to a hoop of flame, where through
tigers of meaning leap? And are these true,
the language never old and never new,
such as the world wears on its wedding day,
the something borrowed with something chicory blue?
In every part we play, we play ourselves;
even the secret doubt to which we come
beneath the changing shapes of self and thing,
yes, even this, at last, if we should call
and dare to name it, we would find
the only voice that answers is our own.
We are once more defrauded by the mind.

Defrauded? No. It is the alchemy by which we grow.
It is the self becoming word, the word
becoming world. And with each part we play
we add to cosmic Sum and cosmic sum.
Who knows but one day we shall find,
hidden in the prism at the rainbow’s foot,
the square root of the eccentric absolute,
and the concentric absolute to come.

So many gifts that keep on giving.



Being and Nothingness   2 comments

Gene @ Drafter's

“Being and Nothingness” — Computer Art by kenne

who are we

we who share

a universal existence

with our expectations

calling them just

placing our value

on the worth

of all expectations

unwilling to understand

neither the what

nor the why

of a universal being.

— kenne


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