Blue (Spoken word with guitar)   Leave a comment

. . . and the colors are always blue.


I dids a thang! A little spoken word with guitar fingerpicking on my Epiphone acoustic (it’s free to listen on Tuners, no download needed). My fingers are raw and it barely cracks a minute! I have terrible stage fright so this is not easy to do.


He is the strength of a mountain with branches made of youth
He is a gentle stream of power pouring kindness over you
He has the eyes of a telescope and his focus is on truth
He’s got the sky in his eye and the colors always blue

© Delia Ross. 2019

Alex Ebert digi art by me

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Posted November 21, 2019 by kenneturner in Information

Grappling In The Dark   Leave a comment

I add this thought: “Progress should mean growing competence in self-care rather than growing dependence.”

Thoughts and Writings on Mental Health

Grappling In The Dark

“Depression is the inability to construct a future.”

-Rollo May

Does anyone really know what to do with depression? When I fell into that darkness at age thirty, I had a doctor who immediately said, “Let’s put you on medication.” Certainly I was desperate, and I was sinking into a dark hole that I didn’t anticipate the depths that depression would take me to, so I downed the pills without much thought. The doctor did not mention therapy to me, so with my ignorance of depression I figured taking the tiny pill would be the cure all for my gloom. It wasn’t. In fact, it made my depression worse and all I could think about was killing myself and trying like hell to hang on. I fought my mind daily not to fall further but the fighting made me weaker. I lost a job and almost…

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Posted November 21, 2019 by kenneturner in Information

Our Window Of Yesterday Days — Revisited   Leave a comment

Photo-Artistry by kenne

Our Window Of Yesterdays

Like Cinderella’s
Glass slipper

Only one pair
Had the right fit.

In life’s early years
It took time
For the right fit —
Trying on
Many different shoes
Before the music
Brought us together.

Slipped into you

Tying you
To my body –

Only you
Could get so close.

Have walked

Many miles
Not always in step
But at the start of each day
You were there.

Supported each step
Through the good times
When we danced together
And the bad times
When the music stopped.

Over the years
I knew
Where we were going
You knew
Where we had been
As our
Have now worn thin —
Held together by twin
Only now expressing
The secret face
Of our enter selves.

Having been seduced
By a lover’s
Darkest kiss
No longer laced together —
Merely to be left behind
In the window
Of yesterdays
Kissed only
By tomorrow’s sun.

— kenne

Cabin In The Northwest   Leave a comment

House In The Meadow-7651-art-72.jpgCabin In The Northwest — Photo-Artistry by kenne

In profound silence
Abanded in the meadow
Not without certain.

— kenne

Posted November 21, 2019 by kenneturner in Information, Photo-Artistry, Poetry

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Capturing The Moment — Hiking Footwear   2 comments

Having good hiking footwear is a must. However, what one might judge as good is an individual choice. So, over a series of several hikes, I began photographing the footwear of my fellow hikers, November 2012. — kenne

Becoming is Superior to Being

“These Boots Are Made For Hiking” — Hutch’s Pools In The Santa Catalina Mountains 

The boots I wear

Tell you nothing

About my soul

Until you hike

On my soles.


Images of Hiking Footwear By Kenne Taken Over The Last Two Months.

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Posted November 20, 2019 by kenneturner in Information

Dark Clouds Over Tanuri Ridge   2 comments

Dark Clouds-art-72.jpgDark Clouds Over Tanuri Ridge– Photo-Artistry by kenne

Signs of fall gone

No more drives up the mountain

as the days become shorter

Evening sunsets now darker

as the rays reflect over the clouds —

winter hides behind the clouds 

— kenne



Somewhere Along The Tanque Verde Wash   Leave a comment

Somewhere Along the Tanque Verde Wash — Image by kenne

Hiding in the shadows
Giving distinction to words
Passing with each moment

Longing to connect
Extending a hand
In its dark silhouette

Walking in the aura
Existing on the watch
Rotating with each reflection

— kenne

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