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Each day we move on
because life doesn’t wait.
— kenne
Archive for June 2017
Not Waiting For The Monsoon 1 comment
House Wren — An Artistic Technique Leave a comment
House Wren — Grunge Art by kenne
“. . . an artistic technique is discipline in spontaneity and spontaneity in discipline.”
— Alan W. Watts
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Coatimundi In A Willow Acacia Tree — Photo Essay 13 comments
It is common for some Tanuri Ridge residents to walk their dogs on the Circle. This practice was taking place late yesterday afternoon when an animal jumped out of a small tree running to a larger nearby tree.
I just happen to be taking out the trash pickup bin when I was called over to help identify this frightening animal. At first, it was difficult to see the animal among all the many branches of the giant willow acacia tree, but when I spotted the long tail, I knew it was a coatimundi. Coatimundis are occasionally seen in Sabino Canyon and the Santa Catalina Mountains, but rarely in neighborhoods. Note: A good part of the Catalinas and the foothills has not had any rain for four months and we have experienced the hottest June on record so this guy could be here in search of water.
I quickly ran back in the house to get my camera. The late day angle of the sun made getting good photos difficult, however having this beautiful animal up a tree meant he would not be leaving anytime soon.
— kenne
Coatimundi In A Willow Acacia Tree — Photo Essay by kenne
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Wine Grapes 2 comments
Wine Grapes — Image by kenne
The more we are connected,
the more we are isolated.
If life is not paradoxical,
it’s not true!
— kenne
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Cooling Off In Tucson 1 comment
Patio Fountain
Patio Fountain
Patio Fountain
Cooling Off In Tucson — Images by kenne
Sure it’s hot in the desert
we just learn to adapt.
— kenne
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The Flowers Of Balboa Park — Photo Essay Leave a comment
The Flowers Of Balboa Park — Images by kenne
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Julian Cafe & Bakery Computer Painting Leave a comment
Julian Cafe & Bakery, Julian, California — Computer Painting by kenne
Twisting mountain roads
through the Cuyamaca Mountains
In time for breakfast.
— kenne
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In The Moment Leave a comment
Yellow Columbine — Grunge Art by kenne
“The only way we can be free in each moment
is to become what each moment is.”
— Steve Hagen
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Garden Artist — Free In The Moment Leave a comment
Computer Painting by kenne
She labors in each moment
carefully connecting
lines and colors
to create what
inspires the artist
becoming free in the moment.
— kenne
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A Single Rose Leave a comment
A Single Rose — Image by kenne
A single rose can be my garden… a single friend, my world.
— Leo Buscaglia
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Big Bubbles — Photo Essay 2 comments
Big Bubbles (Balboa Park, San Diego, June 21, 2017) — Images by kenne
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Chasing big bubbles
You can look but not touch
Art and pretty girls.
— kenne
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Arizona Fleabane Wildflowers Leave a comment
Arizona Fleabane — Images by kenne
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Old Town San Diego Leave a comment
Old Town San Diego (June 20, 2017)– Images by kenne
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Our recent trip to San Diego involved going to some of the old “tried and true” places, one was Old Town San Diego., the birthplace of California.
— kenne
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Lupine Wildflower On Mt. Lemmon Leave a comment
Lupine Wildflower on Mt. Lemmon (June 9, 2017) — Image by kenne
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Sunrise In Lake Charles — Down On The Bayou 1 comment
Sunrise In Lake Charles (May 22, 2017) — Images by kenne
Down On the Bayou
The cypress swamp around me wraps its spell,
With hushing sounds in moss-hung branches there,
Like congregations rustling down to prayer,
While Solitude, like some unsounded bell,
Hangs full of secrets that it cannot tell,
And leafy litanies on the humid air
Intone themselves, and on the tree-trunks bare
The scarlet lichen writes her rubrics well.
The cypress-knees take on them marvelous shapes
Of pygmy nuns, gnomes, goblins, witches, fays,
The vigorous vine the withered gum-tree drapes,
Across the oozy ground the rabbit plays,
The moccasin to jungle depths escapes,
And through the gloom the wild deer shyly gaze.
— Mary Ashley Townsend
