Fall Festival Time — Image by kenne
Let the wind Blow in your face..
and Let the Sun beams Warm you
As if standing near a fireplace…
To Hear the Hearts& Guidance
Of Your Elders Wisdom.
Blowing in the Wind
With the Dandelion Tufts
wafting over The Sky Fathers Land.
Listen with Your Heart…
Reach out with your Spirits Hand…
well Child I am exceedingly Glad.
I found you Searching for Me.
I will try to be the wind
rustling your feathers
to keep you aloft
rising above it all…
– from Fall Festival by Stephanie Mellisa Kievaughan
Computer Painting (October 19, 2014) by kenne
Sunset Image (October 18, 2014) by kenne
Today everything exists to end in a photograph.
― Susan Sontag
Fall Colors In Black and White — Image by kenne
Lines, tones, contrasts
Are what make an image art –
Color is pretty.
Mik Garrison at La Cocina Cantina, October 11, 2014 — Images and video by kenne
After spending some time checking out the scene at the “Tucson Meet Yourself” event October 11, 2014, we walked over to one of a favorite cantinas in the historic Presidio district. On this Saturday afternoon the music was by Mik and the Funky Brunch. As described on the La Cocina website, Mik Garrison is a beat-box looping, bassist, singer and saxman. Mik is a funk/afro-pop/jazz groove original song-writer that will free-style and make you shake yo rump.
Mik’s music is a fusion of different genres making use of synthetic and traditional musical instruments. At times I could close my eyes, picturing a young Tom Waits singing a funky, ” Bad As Me.”
They were cheap but they were real,
the old bistros. You could have a meal,
drink the devil’s own red wine, and contemplate
the sawdust on the floor, or fate,
as the full-fed beast kicked the empty pail.
– from “Poem in the Modernist Manner” by David Lehman
Mik and the Funky Brunch at La Cocina Cantina
The Arches of Del Sol — Image by kenne
Aging is an arch
Upon which to build.
After Hours at the Oasis Bar — Image by kenne
Nighttime at Casino Del Sol — Image by kenne
the pool area shining in the darkness,
I feel the pulse of the night
bouncing off the light
a juxtaposition different
for those in the water
nor as chilly
as the night air
I ponder the sadness
of those losing money
always to the house
so I sit by the pool
winning with money
still in my pocket
meditating in the moment