Eastern Bluebird   Leave a comment

SCVN Nature Walk 08-08-12Eastern Bluebird — Computer Art by kenne

When you have seen one ant, one bird, one tree, you have not seen them all.

— E. O. Wilson

. . . I would stand,   1 comment

Monsoon Sunset (1 of 1) blogMonsoon Rain at Sunset in Tanuri Ridge — Image by kenne

. . . I would stand,
If the night blackened with a coming storm,
Beneath some rock, listening to notes that are
The ghostly language of the ancient earth,
Or make their dim abode in distant winds.
Thence did I drink the visionary power;
And deem not profitless those fleeting moods
Of shadowy exultation: not for this,
That they are kindred to our purer mind
And intellectual life; but that the soul,
Remembering how she felt, but what she felt
Remembering not, retains an obscure sense
Of possible sublimity. . . .

— William Wordsworth

Mount Lemmon Summer   3 comments

SCVN Nature Walk 08-08-12Mountain Log on Mt. Lemmon — Computer Painting by kenne

A large old cut log

Garnished with yellow flowers —

Mount Lemmon summer.

— kenne

I Am The Only One That Is Invisible   4 comments

Lummi & MCLACTom Turner — Image by kenne

The poem “Invisible Man,” by Pablo Neruda gets inside me, stirring my very being, mixing the past, present and images of the future. The poem has short lines making it seem longer than it is. Even so, I’m sharing some of Neruda’s powerful lines, which I have read, reread contemplating thoughts of my brother, Tom and existential invisibility.  

“they fire against the people,
which is to say,
against poetry,
but my brother
the poet
was in love,
or was suffering
because all his emotion
is for the sea,
he loves remote ports
for their names,
and he writes about oceans
he doesn’t know,
when life is as full
as an ear of corn with grain
he passes by, never knowing
how to harvest it,
he rides the waves
without ever touching land,
and, occasionally,
he is profoundly moved
and melancholy,
he is too big
to fit inside his skin,
he gets tangled and untangles himself,
he declares he is maudit,
with great difficulty he carries the cross
of darkness,
he believes that he is different from
anyone else in the world,
he eats bread every day
but he’s never seen a
baker
or gone to a meeting
of a baker’s union,
and so my poor brother
is deliberately dark,
he twists and writhes
and finds himself
interesting,
interesting,
that’s the word,
I am no better
than my brother,
but I smile,
because when I walk through the streets
—the only one who does not exist—
life flows around me
like rivers,
I am the only one
who is invisible,
no mysterious shadows,
no gloom and darkness,
everyone speaks to me,
everyone wants to tell me things,
to talk about their relatives,
their misery and
their joy,
everyone passes by, and everyone
tells me something,
look at all the things they do!”

— from Invisible Man by  Pablo Neruda
(Click here to read the complete poem.)

“Where do you go when you’ve already gone?”

— from Tom Turner’s notes

Mexican Yellow on a Mexican Bird of Paradice   Leave a comment

SCVN Nature Walk 08-15-12, Marshall GulchMexican Yellow Butterfly on a Mexican Bird of Paradice — Image by kenne

Many butterfly images
before one good one.

Another butterfly
flies by, I focus
on a yellow one.

Snap, and Snap again,
trying to be invisible
in the bright sunlight.

A cloud moves by,
shooting manually,
I change settings.

Why shoot manual?
Prefer working with
options, having choices.

The sun comes back out
only to give way
to more clouds.

Wind gusts 
move the flowers
as butterflies move on —

it is the monsoon season,
distant thunder

is a reminder.

— kenne

My Lady   2 comments

SCVN Weds Walk 08-01-12“My Lady” — Computer Art by kenne

“I have one major rule: Everybody is right. More specifically,
everybody — including me — has some important pieces of truth,
and all of those pieces need to be honored, cherished,
and included in a more gracious, spacious,
and compassionate embrace.”

― Ken Wilber

 

Computer Painting and Taleb’s “No-Nos”   Leave a comment

SCVN Nature Walk 08-08-12Pipevine Swallowtail Butterfly — Computer Painting by kenne

THE NO-NOS

Muscles without strength,
friendship without trust,
opinion without risk,
change without aesthetics,
age without values,
food without nourishment,
power without fairness,
facts without rigor,
degrees without erudition,
militarism without fortitude,
progress without civilization,
complication without depth,
fluency without content,
and, most of all, religion without tolerance.

— Nassim Nicholas Taleb

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