Painted Lady Butterfly — Computer Painting by kenne
I love photographing flowers,
except when it’s windy.
can be frustrating —
they keep moving whether
or not the wind is blowing.
Once I have the photograph
I can say things painting
in colors and layers
I can’t say with words.
“Ready to Blow in the Wind” — Computer Art by kenne
Blue Moon Over Tucson, July 31, 2015 — Image by kenne
A Sneezeweed blossom hosts a beetle homecoming. (July 31, 2015, Mt. Lemmon, Arizona)– Image by kenne
Hayes Carll, Heritage Place, Conroe, Texas (August 2, 2007) — Computer art by kenne
“I’m gonna holler and I’m gonna scream
I’m gonna get me some mescaline
She brings me roses and a place to lean
A drunken poets dream”
— Hayes Carll
A Lonesome Dove — Image by kenne
Each spring a pair of
return to our patio area
and each year I welcome
the morning cooing calls,
sometimes on the front
courtyard wall as I leave
to go hiking or a morning run.
Later in the day,
always near sunset,
I see them at the patio fountain
for an end of day watering —
they may not know it
but we have become close friends
over the five years
we have called Tucson our home.
The other day as I returned from
an early morning run
I noticed a dove
on the street circle grassy area
tail feather pointed up,
I began to look around —
there on the courtyard wall
was a lone dove
looking toward the circle.
Later that morning I saw him
in a mesquite tree near the circle —
and for days now I see
him as if without looking.
Slowly I have accepted
that my friend
has lost a friend.
Now only one dove
visits the fountain at sunset.
I have begun to noticed
morning cooing again,
maybe, just maybe my friend
will find a new friend.
“I Am Woman” — Computer Art by kenne
“If you’re going to try, go all the way.
Otherwise, don’t even start.
This could mean losing girlfriends, wives,
relatives and maybe even your mind.
It could mean not eating for three or four days.
It could mean freezing on a park bench.
It could mean jail.
It could mean derision.
It could mean mockery–isolation.
Isolation is the gift.
All the others are a test of your endurance,
of how much you really want to do it.
And, you’ll do it,
despite rejection and the worst odds.
And it will be better than anything else
you can imagine.
If you’re going to try, go all the way.
There is no other feeling like that.
You will be alone with the gods,
and the nights will flame with fire.
You will ride life straight to perfect laughter.
It’s the only good fight there is.”
— Charles Bukowski, Factotum