A Doe In The Canyon — Image by kenne
A Doe In The Canyon Leave a comment
She eats in the morning shade,
The canyon holds still
Not Just Another Sunset Leave a comment
Tucson Sunset — Image by kenne
Tucson sunsets are never
just another sunset.
The sky turns red
like it has one thing left to say.
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Sepia, The Color Of Old Photographs 3 comments
Seven Falls Trail — Image by kenne
The canyon wears
the color of old photographs.
We climb into the quiet.
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A Blue Hush 1 comment
Echo Azure Butterfly the Bristlehead bloom — Image by kenne
An Echo Azure opens
its blue hush
on the bristlehead bloom.
Along the trail,
a small piece of sky
finds a place to rest.
Bristled blossom,
bright wings—
the morning holds still.
The butterfly lifts.
The flower nods
to the passing light.
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Kiko, Forever Leave a comment
Kiko, Forever (November 2007) Image by kenne
We carry Kiko
in the ordinary things:
a paw touching my beard
a quiet room,
a story told again.
Some love stays
after footsteps fade.
It settles in us
and makes a home.
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I Paint The Setting Sun Leave a comment
Setting Sun–Painting by kenne
I paint the sunset.
The sky turns orange.
We call it beautiful
and pretend we had
nothing to do with it.
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At Sunset, The Desert Has Little Patience Leave a comment
Sunset From Blackett’s Ridge Trail (10/11/11) — Image by kenne
I watched the sunset
nestle into the cactus’s embrace
while the shadows climbed
the flanks of the Catalinas.
The desert has little patience
for people in a hurry.
It asks only that you
sit still long enough
to notice what was already there.
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Fishing In A Texas Cove Leave a comment
Art by kenne
the cove turned gold
at sunset.
the fish stopped biting.
the beer ran out.
still,
I hated to leave.
sometimes a day is successful
because nothing happened
except the day itself.
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Moon Over Zion 2 comments
Moon Over Zion National Park (5/20/15) — Image by kenne
The moon hangs above Zion,
indifferent to cameras,
indifferent to me.
I adjust the tripod anyway—
an old man’s argument
with impermanence.
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Dancing to the Blues in Houston 3 comments
Dancing to the Blues in Houston (3/9/08) — Image by kenne
A slow blues drifts through the club.
The dancers move closer together,
letting the rhythm do the work.
Around them, the city stretches for miles—
freeways, refineries, neighborhoods, and histories—
all somehow finding their way into the music.
For a few minutes,
the whole of Houston
seems to be keeping time.
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Good, Better, Best, . . . Leave a comment
Dyslexia taught me early
that the straight road is not the only road.
When one door seemed difficult to open,
another appeared through
creativity, persistence, and imagination.
“Good, better, best,
never let it rest till
your good is better,
and your better is best”
is more than a saying—
it is a reminder that success
is not about being perfect.
It is about continuing to grow,
one step at a time.
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Photographing Hummingbirds Leave a comment
Photographing Hummingbirds — Image by kenne
A hummingbird may arrive or it may not.
The camera remains, patient and indifferent.
Photography often resembles this arrangement:
a machine prepared for a moment that cannot be commanded.
The image, when it comes, will seem instantaneous.
Yet it will be the product of waiting, of expectation,
and of the photographer’s quiet belief that significance
may reveal itself in a fraction of a second.
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Black Sky Over Sabino Canyon 1 comment
Saguaros in Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne
The black sky rolled across the canyon wall,
throwing long shadows over the saguaros.
For an instant, the desert became a study in contrasts—
dark sky, bright cactus, silence broken only by distant thunder.
No cathedral built by human hands could rival this
rough sanctuary of rock, sky, and living towers.
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The Sky’s Announcement 1 comment
Image by kenne
The sky
doesn’t use words.
It just turns gold,
then amber,
then impossible.
And somehow
we all get the message:
Fall is here.
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Life Begins At Dawn Leave a comment
Sunrise — Image by kenne
Morning Path
Life begins at dawn,
the world does not ask
where you have been.
It asks only
whether you are ready
to take the next step.
