At The End Of The Day   2 comments

Puerto Penasco Sunset art blog“At The End Of The Day”  (Puerto Peñasco)– Image by kenne

At the end of the day
I watch the setting sun.

At the end of the day
I can rest in the moment.

At the end of the day
I get nothing for nothing.

At the end of the day
I reflect on the day.

At the end of the day
I attest to my resolve.

At the end of the day
I am at one with myself.

At the end of the day
I give thanks for the living.

At the end of the day
I give praise to life.

At the end of the day
I capture the moment.

At the end of the day
I remember the moments.

kenne

Blue Wing — Might Have Been A Bluebird   6 comments

Western Bluebird-0518 Framed blogWestern Bluebird — Image by kenne

I can’t think of bluebirds without thinking of Tom Russell’s song, “Blue Wing” — one of my favorite. Both help me see the sky above.

— kenne

Blue Wing by Tom Russell

He had a blue wing tattooed on his shoulder
Well it might have been a bluebird I don’t know
But he’d get stone drunk and talk about Alaska
The salmon boats and 45 below

He said he got that blue wing up in Walla Walla
And his cellmate there was Little Willy John
And Willy he was once a great blues singer
And Wing and Willy wrote ’em up a song. They said…

CHORUS:
It’s dark in here; can’t see the sky
But I look at this blue wing and I close my eyes
And I fly away beyond these walls
Up above the clouds where the rain don’t fall
On a poor man’s dream.

They paroled Blue Wing in August, of 1963
He moved north picking apples to the town of Wenatchee
Then winter finally caught him in a run down trailer park
On the south side of Seattle where the days grow gray and dark

And he drank and he dreamt of visions when the salmon still ran free
And his fathers’ fathers crossed that wild old Bering Sea
And the land belonged to everyone and there were old songs yet to sing
Now it’s narrowed down to a cheap hotel and a tattooed prison wing

CHORUS:
It’s dark in here; can’t see the sky
But I look at this blue wing and I close my eyes
And I fly away beyond these walls
Up above the clouds where the rain don’t fall
On a poor man’s dream.

Blue Wing by Tom Russel Video

When The Child Was A Child   Leave a comment

Grandchildren Jaxon and Nick reblogged from October 20, 2013.

Becoming is Superior to Being

Jax & Nick- Art blogGrandsons Jax & Nick — Image by kenne from Kate’s Mobile Phone

Song of Childhood
By Peter Handke

When the child was a child
It walked with its arms swinging,
wanted the brook to be a river,
the river to be a torrent,
and this puddle to be the sea.

When the child was a child,
it didn’t know that it was a child,
everything was soulful,
and all souls were one.

When the child was a child,
it had no opinion about anything,
had no habits,
it often sat cross-legged,
took off running,
had a cowlick in its hair,
and made no faces when photographed.

When the child was a child,
It was the time for these questions:
Why am I me, and why not you?
Why am I here, and why not there?
When did time begin, and where does space end?
Is life under the sun not…

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Posted October 21, 2017 by kenneturner in Information

Fall On The Aspen Draw Trail   5 comments

Aspen Draw Trail-978307200 blog TitleImage by kenne

Lonely ski slopes
off the mountaintop
surrounded by a 
forest of color, with
small brooks passing.

So it is with me 
to hike the Aspen Draw
up the slopes
under the fall colors — 
sun mingling with leaves.

Once near the top
a girl with yellow hair
passes by without
saying a word, not
knowing I was there.

A stranger to
everything

and everyone
just passing through
this lonely world.

— kenne

 

Capturing The Moment — Mountain Marigold   1 comment

Becoming is Superior to Being

Wildflower (1 of 1) Art blogMountain Marigold, Madera Canyon (October 27,2014) — Image by kenne

Mountain Marigold

Competing with fall colors,

All winners here.

— kenne

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Posted October 21, 2017 by kenneturner in Information

The Oaks of Galveston   1 comment

The Treeographer

Galveston, Texas is known for beautiful scenery and historical buildings, and widely praised as a paradise getaway. A small island with just 50,000 permanent residents, the city brings in millions of tourists every year. Walking along its streets, visitor’s attention is drawn to the diverse flora that thrives in its subtropical climate. Although not native to the island, oak trees have become the signature tree of Galveston, both for their longevity and their toughness. These oaks have been through a lot of changes in their lifetimes, and are now halfway across the world being transformed into a living history museum.

1024px-Galveston_victorian_homes_post_office The Victorian homes of Galveston – photo by Laura Scudder

1024px-Old_map-Galveston-1871 Map of Galveston in 1871

First, a quick history of Galveston. The island was named after Bernardo de Galvez in 1785 by Spanish explorer Jose de Evia. Galvez was originally from the province of Malaga, Spain, and rose the ranks…

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Posted October 20, 2017 by kenneturner in Information

Relaxing By The Bay   3 comments

Relaxing by the Bay_art blogComputer Painting by kenne 

Spiritual enlightenment can be reached 
through relaxing in a thought bubble
causing a comfortable feeling with
being a completely ordinary person
becoming vulnerable to the world.

— kenne

 

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