A long as we continue to put place more importance on guns than life, this David Fitzsimmons cartoon I posted in April of 2011 will continue to be current. — kenne
Archive for March 2017
Cartoon de jour. . . need I say more! 1 comment
Capturing The Moment — Nicholas Bailey – Window of San Xavier Mission Leave a comment
This past March when Nick, Jaxon and Kate visited us, we didn’t make it to the San Xavier Mission. Still, this image of Nick taken six years ago remains one of my favorites. — kenne
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The Path Of Dreams 2 comments
“Sonoran Heat” — Computer Painting by kenne
The Path of Dreams
There were no trails where I walk.
I walk the desert, poor and broke
thinking of family in Mexico.
Continuing north, I make a path
around the cactus and desert brush.
The sun, still low in the east,
temperature now rising faster
than the morning sun.
Low in water, I find an
old mesquite tree to rest
in its shade until late afternoon.
Then, I will continue following
the path of my dreams —
carefully watching for
green and white trucks.
— kenne
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Stages 2 comments
“Stages” (Silverpuff Wildflower) — Image by kenne
“It is easier to tell a person what life is not, rather than to tell them what it is. A child understands weeds that grow from lack of attention, in a garden. However, it is hard to explain the wildflowers that one gardener calls weeds, and another considers beautiful ground cover.”
— Shannon L. Alder
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The Queen of Butterflies Leave a comment
Queen Butterfly — Images by kenne
“To photograph: it is to put on the same line of sight the head, the eye and the heart.”
— Henri Cartier-Bresson
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Black-Capped Gnatcatcher — Photo Essay Leave a comment
Black-Capped Gnatcatcher — Photo Essay by kenne
(Click on any of the images to see a larger view in a slideshow format.)
“While there is perhaps a province in which the photograph can tell us nothing more than what we see with our own eyes, there is another in which it proves to us how little our eyes permit us to see.”
— Dorothea Lange
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California Poppies Leave a comment
California Poppies — Grunge Art by kenne
“You don’t take a photograph, you make it.”
— Ansel Adams
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At The End Of Day 1 comment
At The End Of Day (Tanuri Ridge, March 25, 2017) — Panorama by kenne
At the end of day
Life gathers the day’s moments
Thoughts of love and peace.
— kenne
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Honeybee On Brittlebush Blossoms Leave a comment
Honeybee On Brittlebush Blossoms — Image by kenne
“When people look at my pictures I want them to feel the way they do when they want to read a line of a poem twice.”
— Robert Frank
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American Stout Butterfly Leave a comment
American Stout Butterfly — Grunge Art by kenne
Spontaneity,
A runaway moment caught
In a new setting.
— kenne
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Hidden Valley Panorama 1 comment
Hidden Valley Panorama by kenne
Photography takes an instant out of time, altering life by holding it still.
–Dorothea Lange
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Brittlebush — Yellow Moon Wildflower Leave a comment
Brittlebush — Image by kenne
“When words become unclear,
I shall focus with photographs.
When images become inadequate,
I shall be content with silence.”
–Ansel Adams
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Desert Evening Primrose 1 comment
Desert Evening Primrose — Grunge Art by kenne
I grow
in the bajadas
along rocky slopes
pushing aside
dry gravel
in search of sun.
No rain
shortens my growth,
hastening
my buds
to open early
in the cool
of the evening,
closing by
mid-morning.
I am
a primrose,
oenothera primiveris
by name.
— kenne
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Two Ravens 1 comment
“Two Ravens” — Grunge Art by kenne
Two ravens find love
Sharing many emotions —
Together for life.
Known as a jokester
This black bird of nevermore —
Messenger for gods.
The bird’s intense gaze
depicting evil to some —
souls of wicked priests.
Disregard the myths
Of dark pressing messages —
nevermore to break.
— kenne
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Suddenly It’s Spring . . . Again 3 comments
“Suddenly It’s Spring” — Image by kenne
Suddenly it’s spring
Colors of winter
Turning into yesterday’s
Dark inner soul.
Suddenly it’s spring
Winter’s fading landscape
Exploding bright colors
Nature’s paint by numbers.
Suddenly it’s spring
Renewing old dreams
My wanderlust drifting
Opened to the sky.
Suddenly it’s spring
Nature’s voices sing
Awaken longing spirits
Laced with poetry.
Suddenly it’s spring
Tamed love burns
Attracted by fire colors
A virgin again.
Suddenly it’s spring
Fresh silky skin
Milk and honey
Luring new loves.
Suddenly it’s spring . . . again.
kenne
